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“Kaaarma, I want coffee but I don’t have any moneeey.” “Have you considered opening a host club where you’ll be able to get all the coffee and money you want?” “… Mmm, coffee~”
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Get pumped not punched ||
He was going to respond to the question asked of who was he to call the other ‘second’, but the announcement of his name was a bit of a distraction from that.
“Naruko-kun, then. I am very sorry for punching you in the face, abs!”
Bowing his head in apology due to the fact he could properly do that now. He took note of the other’s introduction, and after seeing him in the Inter-High it was very much like him in his experience. Very loud and confident in himself. He had proved himself to be a strong opponent as well, so it wasn’t as if he could disagree.
Of course when he mentioned a ‘lizard boy’, it took a moment for him to register who exactly he was talking about.
“Midousuji-kun is here as well? I’m sure when he said that he was trying to psych you out–given how he works, of course… Who else is here that you know of? I’m sure if we find someone else, they may know of something!”
-— ｢☆｣ —- Watching as the other one bowed in apology, he didn’t seem to be very impressed. In fact, he wasn’t the kind of person that cared much about manners like the other sprinter was showing, but either way, it was enough to tell him that he really had not punched him with the intention of hurting his face. Crossing his arms behind his head, he took in a lazy position, nodding a bit as if to confirm that, yes, he understood. At the older boy’s question, he finally decided to seriously pay attention to his words again, pressing his lips together as he watched him through half lid eyes.
Tilting his head into his nape, he tried to remember who else he had met during the relatively short time he had spent in this city so far, two of them coming in mind almost immediately.
“I met that hotshot...”, he muttered, almost lost in his thoughts as he tried to recall the conversation they had. “Ye know, our team’s assist, the stupidly tall first year.” Huffing a bit at the thought of his rival, he scrunched his nose in annoyance, before letting his eyes meet with the other’s again. “And Hakone’s #2, the angry loudmouth. I think his name was Arakita-san. It wasn’t like they were any useful though.”
i want the k.. ??
21: Then there’s tongue
-— ｢☆｣ —- He knew that Hakone’s number two wasn’t exactly beating around the bush when it came to voicing his opinion, but being this straight forward about something like this was a bit too much. Soon, he found himself pressed against one of the closed lockers inside of the changing room, deserted safe for the two of them standing inside of it, faces close and breaths heavy. Unable to go or do anything else, the sprinter kept staring at the older cyclist boxing him between his palms.
The other’s expression was impossible to read for him, mostly because it looked just as annoyed and irritated as always, yet his face didn’t match with the weird situation the two of them found themselves inside. Feeling his heart race against his thorax, he could do nothing but hold still and let the assistant of his rival team lean in, closing the distance between them in a very short span of time. He wasn’t allowed to have a moment to relax or get used to the unfamilar feeling of having an older student this close before he felt something wet press against him, cheeks heating up immediately upon realization dawning down on him.
Out of confusion, he accidentally let out a short gasp into the other cyclist’s mouth, causing his jaw to open wide enough to grand him access to the inside of his mouth. Feeling his legs turn into butter, he clung to the white-blue jersey, squeezing his eyes shut while enduring the moment, his mind clouding in embarrassment. It was impossible for him to understand what exactly was going on right nor, or how it all led up to this very moment. After what felt like an eternity to him, the older student finally decided to pull back, leaving the sprinter enough room to breathe freely again. Looking up at him through half lid eyes, he bit his lower lip, expression slowly shifting from dazed to angry.
“Oi, w-what the hell do ye think yer doin’?”, he muttered, not as loud and threatening as he would have liked it to be. Either way, he needed to get out of here, and fast - he was certain that he looked ridiculous after being put through this entire act. What even was going on in the heads of these Hakone guys? They were all weirdos, for sure.
rips off shirt and poses like on the cover of those romance novels "i want the k, naruko-kun"
10: Neck Kiss
-— ｢☆｣ —- He didn’t really expect the other one to ask him to kiss him, especially not since his impression of Hakone’s second sprinter had shifted from arrogant and weird to respectful and prideful in a mere couple of moments. Izumida used to look down on him and his teammate and older sprinter, threw insults at them and deemed them not worthy enough to be whatever it was he considered a perfect sprinter, yet soon enough, the two Sohoku members had proven him the opposite, leaving him far behind on the dry pavement that had leaded toward the sprint result of the Inter High’s first day.
In the matter of a couple of kilometers, the other’s view about him had entirely changed - it wasn’t like it had affected the redhead much in the first place, but definitely, it had been a pleasant experience to shut the other up with what he was passionate about the most: speed. His failure against his older teammate still stung and he couldn’t forget about it, but in this very moment, none of this seemed terribly relevant. Was the second year sprinter of Hakone looking up to him that much that he really wanted to kiss him? Not quite sure what to do about it, he carefully considered the situation - they were alone, and if he did it quickly, there really was no problem with it now, was it?
Taking a few steps closer, he looked up at the other sprinter’s chest, that almost seemed to sparkle in the light of the changing room the two of them were currently undressing inside. Shutting his eyes, he grumbled a bit, before eventually getting on his tiptoes, pulling the older one’s head down until he was able to reach his neck, pressing a simple kiss against his skin. A few seconds passed until he let go of him again, quirking an eyebrow before turning around again.
“Yer seriously weird, eyelashes...”, he muttered, carefully putting on his jersey. Hopefully no more strange requests like that would come from the other - he honestly didn’t know what he would do if they’d ever get caught.
i want the k ~
4: Forehead Kiss
-— ｢☆｣ —- The whole procedure was a lot more embarrassing than he had thought at first, but by the time he thought about this minor fact, he was already in the middle of doing what was necessary to achieve his goal. It wasn’t anything new to him that other people made fun of his size - honestly, he barely came across a person that didn’t mention how relatively small he was and how unreasonable it was that someone this small was in possession of such a huge, loud mouth and spat around such rude words. He didn’t mind people shaking their heads at his generally louder way of speaking though - it was the easiest and most natural way to stand out of the crowd and it came to him as if he was made for juvenile arguments and provocation.
Once more, his stubborn mindset had led up to a scene most people wouldn’t dare to summon, yet to him it seemed almost like his raison d'être to achieve what everyone thought was impossible. With a simple wooden chair as his support, he waited for the annoyingly unfriendly baseball player, his arms proudly crossed in front of his chest until he reached out for him to grab his shoulders, and press a short kiss to his forehead.
Satisfied with the result, he jumped from the item of furniture, safely landing on his two feet before turning toward the taller student again, smirking in satisfaction.If the other ever thought again that he wasn’t able to reach his forehead just like that, he’d prove him wrong once more, as long as it was necessary for him to realise that there wasn’t anything impossible for the Speed Man of Naniwa.
pucker up jelly bean
3: Nose Kiss
-— ｢☆｣ —- Later that day, he would wonder why exactly he didn’t get fired immediately upon doing something so out of place and unreasonable that even a ball of energy like him considered the possibility that maybe he had went too far this time.However, he had been unable to contain his joy about the fact that he was finally able to get a job somewhere in this huge city. Admittedly, the salary wasn’t anything to get rich from, but if he was trying his best, he might be able to get enough tip to eventually reach his goal, which was above all else to buy a new road racer. He wasn’t terribly fond of the idea of replacing his old, beloved pinarello with any new equipment, but hard times obviously called for hard measures - after all, this was only temporarily, until he was able to get his old bike back. Either way, he couldn’t help but cup his new boss’ cheeks after signing the contract, chuckling happily before pressing a short kiss against the tip of the other’s nose.Taking the piece of paper he had signed just a couple of moments earlier, he spun around, about to walk outside of the office they had been in, before turning one final time, a wide smirk spread across his lips.
“Yer not going to be disappointed, chief mole! I’ll work so hard, ye’ll start to get sick of me takin’ all the customers for myself after only one week!”
bends over backwards, walks toward you in this manner. whispers quietly, "i want the k, spiky turtle"
18. Underwater Kiss
-— ｢☆｣ —- Admittedly, Midousuji Akira didn’t seem like the kind of person you’d usually meet at a swimming pool, and even if, due to some strange coincidence he didn’t really want to give a name, they would have met in a place unusual for the both of them, he didn’t expect him to actually jump into the water and swim. From what Naruko knew about swimming, he was certain that the other’s technique were just as unique as his movements ashore - in fact, he looked more like an eel wiggling himself through the waves caused by other people moving inside of the pool, a bit reckless but never actually crushing into somebody.
It was kind of impressive, but mostly disgusting and creepy, really. Deciding to take a closer look at what exactly the other was doing, he took a deep breath, before pulling his head underwater, carefully blinking as he tried to get used to the new view.He didn’t have any time to adjust to his new situation though, becaue the next thing he knew was the other cyclist crushing into him like as fast as a starved shark, their foreheads colliding together, followed by their lips. Strangely enough, they felt strangely dry to him, despite the fact that they were indeed underneath the surface.
Not planning to let the moment last longer than necessary, he pulled himself upward again, coughing for air as a cold shiver ran down his spine. Hopefully something like this would never happen again.
give me the k you baby
19: Forceful Kiss
-— ｢☆｣ —- At first glance, this day didn’t seem any different from any other days they had spent together from the moment they had met and started to get to know each other. Their arguments, teasings and mutual provocations had become so natural to them that days without them had slowly but surely started to become dull and boring. Usually, either one of them brought up a commentary or topic the other was more or less sensitive about, poking at it for fun with the sole purpose to get their conversation partner to fight back and show any sort of reaction. Most of the time, their interactions ended before anyone of them could do something reckless, something they might regret and immediately make them think that this was probably a step too far, either caused by one of them running out of spiteful things to say or one of their mutual friends going between them.
This time though, things seemed to be a tiny bit different. Boiling with rage, the smaller person stared up into the narrowed eyes of his much taller teammate, his crossed arms underlining his, in Naruko’s opinion, arrogant personality perfectly.Clenching his tiny fists, he tried to keep himself from yelling at the other - just from reading the atmosphere alone he was able to tell that words alone wouldn’t get through to the other anymore without leaving a significant impact, which was his overall goal at all costs. So instead, he tried something else.
Grabbing the other by his shirt, he dug his fingers deep into the fabric, twisting it enough to make it possible for him to pull him down at his height. Pushing his weight onto his tiptoes, he shut his eyes tightly, figuring that it was too late to stop himself from his action anymore.
Moments later, he could feel his lips pressed against his teammate, his grasp loosening slightly as the moment sucked out any kind of physical strength out of his body. Falling back onto his heels, they were soon separated, a short gasp escaping him as he fought for air. Why did he stop breathing anyway? How embarrassing...
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
1: Hot, Steamy kiss
2: Cheek Kiss
3: Nose Kiss
4: Forehead Kiss
5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
7: Romantic Kiss
8: Eyelid Kiss
9: Jawline Kiss
10: Neck Kiss
11: Collarbone Kiss
12: Chest Kiss
13: Stomach Kiss
14: Kiss Along the Hips
15: Kiss in the Rain
16: Upside-Down Kiss
17: Goofy Kiss
18: Underwater Kiss
19: Forceful Kiss
20: Any of the Above
21: Then there’s tongue
His own words rung in his ears, so they no doubt rang in Naruko’s as well. It was so… odd. Out of place and chasing ideas that were never fully formed or hit a road block. If they could scale the wall would they be free? How would they scale it? Was it even safe on the other side? Was there an other side? And was this city safer than whatever could be out there.
Putting on a cool facade and acting like nothing was bothering him was a strong suit. He didn’t like to let others on to his most vulnerable thoughts and feelings, not even someone he’d known well enough to call a teammate and maybe even a friend, if he so chose to.
There was something worrying, something so unnerving about how Naruko said nothing in response. He still stood hunched over, as if waiting for Naruko to grab him by the jersey again and shake some sense into him, yelling about how could he of all people not have a plan out of here. He was an assistant right? His job was to assist the ace, sure, but it was also tactical advantage. But was he even an assistant somewhere like this?
He was giving off the wrong impression, one that he was defeated and had no fight in him. One that said he was complacent with his new situation. This wasn’t it, no, he was just unsure of what he was doing. He needed information, he needed time.
He was slightly relieved once Naruko started laughing, and was rolling his eyes by the time he’d opened his mouth to speak. A small smirk played on his lips, masking, hopefully, his thoughts.
“Why do you talk about poop so much? It’s unnerving. And you think you’ll find a way out of this city and drag me along? There’s no way you can do that.”
“Not if I do it first.”
-— ｢☆｣ —- Admittedly, the other’s previous words had been nothing but a huge letdown for him, to the point where he almost felt betrayed by his rival and teammate. The idea of him giving up before they even tried seemed so unlike him that for a moment he had questioned if he was really talking to the person he had gotten to know so well during the past months. It was a relief to see him smile, despite the fact that he always thought the all-rounder’s smile was a bit creepy, and scoff at the redhead’s response, once again making a challenge out of his claim.
This was more like him, definitely - no matter what they did or where they went, he’d never allow his smaller teammate to get a head start and overwhelm him. They were definitely not a pair, nor did they like each other’s company or attitude, but if there was one thing that Naruko appreciated about this arrogant, cold-hearted elitist, then it was that no matter where he went, he could be certain that the other was right next to him. There was no way he’d let his teammate too far ahead of him and this certainty was true for both of them.
As if his spirit had been set on fire, his smirk widened while he leaned forward a bit, looking up at the one that had so boldly claimed that he’d bring them home before Naruko had the chance to do so, an obviously foolish claim, if someone would have asked the sprinter. “Seeing yer face every day is unnerving as well, but you don’t see me complaining”, he huffed, tilting his head upward and stretching his body until their foreheads almost touched. “Really touching of ye, hotshot, but findin’ a way outta here before me ’s impossible!”
“I’m Naniwa’s Speed Man, the fastest man alive! I’m not gonna lose against ye in a battle of time, no matter what!”
elitehotshot:
He wasn’t the best at comforting people. In fact, he wasn’t even really average at it, but he had to do something to get Naruko to calm down, he was already beginning to make a scene with his distressed yelling and over the top reactions to minor details. He knew yelling and screaming were futile, as were fighting and wishing to be back, those wouldn’t work or get them to the Inter-High any faster. No, all they could do here was keep training and suck up the fact they were bikeless and stuck in this hell of a city. Who knows, maybe they’d even begin working toward getting those bikes sooner or later, right? They couldn’t go without them forever after all. Sure it was complacent and reeked of lack of effort but what could they do somewhere so new and different from where they were from.
“My plan? Well… I…”
For the first time in what seemed like a long while, Imaizumi didn’t know. He didn’t know what to do about this city. He was too new, too uninformed, too out of place to devise anything automatically. This wasn’t just being out of your element, in those situations you adapt. No, this was akin to being told you had to run the Inter-High while everyone else biked. There was nothing you could do with the rules and it took everything you had to keep up, much less figuring out why it was happening.
“He might not be able to hear us, but that doesn’t mean we’re not supporting him. Also, not the entire team is here, so at least it’s not like the entire team abandoned him. We didn’t even abandon him, we never asked to be here. So all we can do is hope he can do it.”
-— ｢☆｣ —- For the first time in what felt like forever, his rival’s words weren’t encouraging, they weren’t able to lift his spirits, or caused him to take another deep breath and try his hardest. In fact, the only thing they did was make him more anxious than he already was. Finally, the grasp he had on his teammates jersey loosened, until his hands slid off of his body, hanging at the sides of his own body. Staring down at the ground, he remained silent, which was very unlike him, dwelling in the heavy silence that filled the atmosphere around them. They stood in the middle of a great city with tons of noisy residents in all shapes and colours, yet all the sprinter could register was his conversation partner and how silent he was.
He couldn’t believe that the other didn’t had a solution for this - no, rather, it would have been more unpredictable for him to know a way out of this hell they were stuck in. While being unable to hide his disappointment and frustration, the redhead noticed for the first time since they had met how easy it was for the other to influence him and how much his words meant to him. One sentence was able to completely take the wind out of his sails, if he didn’t clung to it, stubbornly and desperately as always, too proud to admit defeat. Naruko Shoukichi wouldn’t lose - not to this city, and not to this stupid hotshot.
Finally, a grin spread across his lips, his head raising again as he laughed at the other, loudly and enthusiastically as always. “Kakaka!”, he chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his chest while glaring up at the other, his head tilted into a confident smirk. “What’s with that lukewarm answer? Did ye get so scared in the big city that ye crapped your pants or somethin’? Don’t worry, I’ll find a way outta here and take ye with me.”
“Then ye can tell everyone how the great hero Naruko saved ye, hotshot!”
again? seriously? this was probably a small pet peeve of his but in the end, all it did was cause him to blink, raising a brow curiously. arakita would never understand why he got mixed up with the sohoku all-rounder, but here he was.
he crossed his own arms, tongue running over the front of his teeth as he debated what to say, staring down the red-head.
“che.. so i’ve heard.”
cue a light shrug, eyes narrowing slightly.
“shouldn’t you be able to tell your own teammates apart from a rival teams? i mean you ride with the guy on a daily basis so i’d think ya’d know.”
-— ｢☆｣ —- Patiently, he watched as the other one reacted toward his words, just as feisty and aggressive as he had gotten to know him during the Inter High. Admittedly, it had been easy for Naruko to tell that he wasn’t talking with one of his teammates upon closer inspection, especially if it was about identifying somebody as his lifetime rival or someone entirely else. They were closer than the redhead liked to acknowledge sometimes and had a deeper understanding of each other’s character than he’d ever say out loud.
At the older biker’s reply, he laughed, loud and unashamed of the fact that people glanced toward him because of his increasing volume. “Kakaka!”, he sneered, holding the back of his hand a few centimeters in front of his mouth. “Just because we’re teammates doesn’t mean we know each other that well! There’s nothin’ extraordinary about that guy, so in a crowd he just looks like everyone else. Really, the hotshot only ever stands out when on a bike.”
“D-don’t tell him I said that though, that jerk doesn’t need to know everything..!”
“haah?? i doubt i’d wanna trade if yours doesn’t even have pedals.”
the teen let out a soft huff, raking a hand through his hair. he shook his head as he leaned back on his heels momentarily.
“like i lost my way. i thought i mighta been dreamin from doin too much university work but pretty sure i wouldn’t be dreaming of you. not even gonna ask what this place is besides stupid.”
-— ｢☆｣ —- A wide smirk spread across his cheeks in reaction to the other biker’s reply while he let his arms cross in front of his chest. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure at first if he had really addressed the right person - the other’s identity only became obvious to him when he heard his unmistakable complaints and took a closer look at his narrowed eyes and gritted teeth. Angered like this, he almost looked like a wild beast to him. “So it really is ye”, he nodded, leaning his body forward a bit, almost in a challenging way.
“Heh, sorry I almost mistook ye for the loudmouth hotshot. Ye kinda look alike, ye know?”
“ugh - this ISN’T my bianchi.”
insert a pent up growl slowly releasing into a bark, followed by a sigh.
“how the hell am i supposed to ride a tricycle? i’m too tall for this shit.”
-— ｢☆｣ —- “Wanna trade? At least yers got proper pedals!”, he huffed, crimson eyes meeting with the narrowed stare of his fellow cyclist.
“What’s Hakone’s number two even doing here? Did ye lose yer way?”
A bright star between grey clouds ||
“Pft… I think this is one where you can’t. In fact, I nearly walked straight past you.”
The persistence of the other to say he would stand out within this city was impressive, he had to admit. But even he had to agree soon enough that it was impossible for either of them to stand out in this sort of crowd.
It was simply impossible.
The shorter seemed to grow angry when he spoke about his team and his negligence of them. It was to be expected, considering how weak the other’s team was, relying on each other to pull through entirely.
It was quite pitiful in his eyes.
“Gross,”
“Listen, Sohoku, when I joined the cycling team I had a deal with Ishigai-kun. If I were to beat him in a race, I would become the ace, and they would follow my orders without question. My goal from the beginning was to have a team of six that would take us to the Inter-High and follow orders without question.”
Leaning in slightly, he narrowed his eyes a bit.
“They are fully aware of what they are to me. Nothing but stepping stones to get to the top. So to get angry on their behalf is pointless and disgusting.”
-— ｢☆｣ —-The other cyclist’s arrogance and inability to care about his team mates was impossible to understand for him, but more than that, it just made him frustrated and angry. Admittedly, it didn’t have anything to do with him particularily, but he couldn’t help but feel a rage boiling inside of him, growing more powerful the more his conversation partner spoke to him.
He didn’t care about the bet he apparently had with what was probably the former ace of their team and neither about how much, or how little, each one of their members relied on Midousuji as their trump card. What was definitely unacceptable for him was the way he, as the ace and obviously their leader, thought of them. Trained to be tools to him, that was what his team partners were to him, and according to his words, they had accepted the fact in favour of what they considered certain victory.
He was the first one that broke their eye contact, unable to stand the intense, empty stare of the other’s dark eyes even a second longer. Turning away, his angered expression soon shifted into a sneer, and he couldn’t help but grin. Taking another breath, he turned back once more, one hand on his hip as he seemingly looked down on him, despite his much shorter figure. “Pff...”, he snickered, covering his lips with one of his hands in a mocking gesture, glaring at the other just as intensely as he had before.
“Ye really are a weird kid, lizard boy. No wonder hotshot hates ye so much. Don’t tell him that I agree with him though, he doesn’t really need to know ‘bout that.”
“You don’t need to yell he can’t hear you from here!”
His arms crossed as he looked down at Naruko, eyebrows furrowing together. Could he be any more of a nuisance? Then again, he did always strive to stand out, didn’t he?
Soon though, the assistant found himself being pulled forward, steadying himself only in enough time to come face to face with his over eccentric teammate. How could someone so small have so much energy?
“Of course I’m not okay with this, in what way do you think I’m okay with being in some strange city with no idea how I got here or how to leave during the most important race we, not to mention the third years, have! But there’s nothing I can do about it. So we just have to send our spirits to Onoda to carry that jersey across the finish line, okay? For those of us here and those who we had to leave behind.”
-— ｢☆｣ —- The other’s words, as much as he hated to admit it, sounded pretty reasonable. Through narrowed eyes, he watched his much taller teammate glare at him, obvious frustration reflecting inside of his irises as he tried to keep the volume as low as possible while still reaching through to the angered sprinter. If someone asked him, he’d never admit that the two of them had anything even remotely in common, but the worry about this important race was something they definitely shared. Regardlessly, his words only made him more frustrated, possibly because bitter reality began to slowly dawn on him. There was no way they could make it out of this city in time. They wouldn’t make it to see Onoda winning the Inter High, and no way to celebrate together with him.
Clencing his small fists tighter in the other’s clothes, he spoke up once more, this time in a calmer tone. A dreadful turmoil lay hidden beneath his words, yet he tries his best to stay reasonable in order to speak to the other. “And what’s ya plan now, hotshot?”, he asked him, because he didn’t have anything he himself could possibly come up with. His teammate was more of a strategist, so it was worth a shot, but deep inside of him a lingering feeling of anxiety whispered to him that there was no way out of this city, that they were stuck.
“What do ya think we should do now? If Onoda-kun can’t hear us, what the hell are we supposed to do to get outta here?!”
