It was just a cut, really. Nothing serious. A careless slip of the hand while handling an apparently very sharp knife (she was trying to peel apples and cut them into those cute bunny-shaped pieces). It was her own fault for not focusing on her task and letting her mind wander about the idols’ next project and ways on how she could deliver a copacetic work.
Lately, she’s been getting the feeling that she’s doing unsatisfactorily at her job. The idols have been working hard, racing here and there to meet photoshoot schedules, practicing dance choreos, polishing their vocals and preparing for lives. It was a very taxing, very exhausting and demanding course yet at the end of the day those dorks still manage to smile their brightest, which amazes her. Which is why, if they were doing their best, then she too should put some more work and give them only her best too.
It somehow slipped her mind that she was holding something dangerous, possibly lethal, and in a fit of frustration gripped the damned knife too hard and drew blood. She immediately snapped out of her remuneration when she felt the stinging pain and the blade digging through her flesh. Crimson liquid dripped to the counter blending nicely on top of the red peelings which was to be discarded. Now, she thought sadly, she would have to throw away the whole fruit after soiling it with her blood.
“Ah”, she muttered, feeling stupid
A gash, which ran across her palm from the middle of her thumb and forefinger through the base of her pinky now adorned her hand. It was an ugly sight, but weird enough she thought papercuts hurt even more.
She immediately went to Sagami-sensei after cleaning up her mess, and the girl can’t help but snort mentally at the fussy doctor who was scolding her nonstop while treating her lacerated hand. After getting bandaged up, she tried to assure him, repeatedly of course, that she was fine and well, that it hurt a bit but it was nothing she couldn’t take. Alas, it seems her words fell on deaf ears as the doctor stubbornly insisted that she must rest at the clinic, and that she was free, or rather prohibited from doing any work until her wound heals.
She sighed in resignation when she realized that she wouldn’t win this pointless debate and straggled towards one of the clinic beds. She slipped through the curtains and layed on the bed, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.
Stupid sensei. He was always worrying about other people’s health and well-being when couldn’t even take care of his own. Plus, just because she couldn’t use her not-even-dominant hand for a while doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be able to do any proper work. She was a producer, and her role is to produce songs, not write a 500 page novel. She furrowed her forehead.
Deciding to disregard the doctor’s instructions (what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him) she resolved to rest only for a while and get back to her job right after. Yes, that is exactly what she’ll do.
After coming to a conclusion she finally layed on her side and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
She didn’t know how long she was asleep. It could be hours or minutes, she wasn’t sure but she was definitely awakened by the sound of the curtains sliding across the metallic rod.
Silence.
She made no indication that she was awake, but she didn’t hear the curtains sliding back. It could be sensei, trying to check whether she escaped or it could be another patient looking for a place fo rest. Those are the only possibilities she could think of, and yet she had this funny feeling that someone is staring at her, that someone’s gaze is practically boring at the back of her head. She discarded the thought, thinking it silly and ridiculous and tried to went back to sleep.
Her attempt to rest was halted however when she felt the other side of the bed dipping from an unfamiliar weight. Her eyes widened in shock but closed them immediately. She wanted to know the identity of this weird and mysterious person, but if this is a prank then she’d very much like to see what the idiot is up to by feigning sleep and scaring the shit out of him later.
Expecting the tip of a permanent marker to land on her face (it was a classic prank she had to admit) she was definitely surprised when she felt the sheets move as if the person was trying to lie down beside her. Alarm bells blaring in her mind, her eyes snapped and she automatically twisted her body to face the perpetrator of this so called prank.
She met with a pair of droopy, bloody red eyes.
“Ritsu.” she voiced.
“Hn.”
…
“What the heck are you doing?” she asked, thinking she didn’t need inquire the obvious.
He blinked and continued to stare blankly at her. For a second she was tempted to smack that perpetually bored face of his just to see his deadpan expression crack.
“Producer, can I sleep here?” he asked in the middle of her contemplation. Her mind strived to process his words.
“Uh, sure?” her reply came out as a question. Of course, this boy has always been languid and tends to sleep anywhere, if not everywhere. Now that she think about it, it made much more sense if he suddenly felt sleepy and looked for somewhere comfortable to rest. Which brought him to the clinic, and he couldn’t be bothered whether someone was already inside if he wanted to doze off and stay in dreamland.
Just when she was about to get up, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back down to the sheets. Her eyes widened in surprise. Puzzled, she asked, “Ritsu what are you doing now?”
“I hate it when someone bothers me while I’m sleeping.”
“So?”
“I hate it even more that I’m doing the exact same thing I hate.” ‘What?’ She mentally asked while raising an eyebrow.
“It doesn’t matter,” she assured. “I’ll just move to the other-
"It is occupied,” he cut her off.
“Then I’ll just go. I’m wide awake now anyways,” she tried to get up once more but Ritsu only gripped her harder.
“No,” he mumbled. 'Ritsu I swear..’
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“Go back to sleep.”
“I can’t.”
“Sleep anyway.”
“Sagami-sensei will scold you.”
“He was not here when I entered.”
She groaned. Ritsu being pushy is something new to her. Perhaps this is his everyday disposition towards his members or classmates, but this is surely the first she’s seen him act like this.
“Why? Is this to satiate your conscience? You feel guilty about waking me up is that it?”
Instead of replying, he burrowed his face in the soft pillow and nodded. She grunted. It was hard to scold him when he was acting like this.
“Fine,” she muttered. Showing her back to him, she tried to put some distance between them, which wasn’t much for the bed wasn’t wide and can only occupy one person to begin with. She inhaled and closed her eyes.
And opened them again when she felt Ritsu’s gaze at her back. She mentally shook her head and shove the thought aside resolving that it was only her imagination. Despite all the convincing she made the uncomfortable feeling wouldn’t leave her alone but seemed to sink its claws deeper on her instead.
She gulped.
Was it just her or does Ritsu suddenly seemed nearer. His warm, steady breath was tickling her nape, making the hairs on her back stand up.
“Ne, producer.”
She bit her lip and tried to calm down her hammering heart. Ritsu was now sniffing her hair, tickling her even more. Because she couldn’t see his face, she could only imagine how wrong, not to mention intimate their position was. His hot breath fanning her nape sent shivers down her spine, and her heart thundered inside her ribcage once more.
“W-what?” she asked, face red in embrassment.
“I like your smell.”
Right after he said that his hand landed once more at her waist and pulled her towards him. He boldly burrowed his face deeper at her neck and inhaled her scent.
'She smells like Arashi-senpai’s flowers.’ he thought. Eager to get more of that scent he took a big sniff and exhaled at the girl’s ear. His warm breath swirling at the shell of her ear and ghosting across her cheeks leaving behind a trail of red taint on her soft flesh.
'Lavenders’ thought Ritsu.
Meanwhile, the girl couldn’t help but shut her eyes tightly. Is this a joke? Is this a test to see how well she can control her raging heart? If that’s the case then she was definitely failing especially when his other hand parted her hair and exposed her nape. As if suddenly feeling cold, she unintetionally shivered. Ritsu, unconsciously or not responded by pressing his chest against her back to warm her up.
Feeling bolder by the moment he touched her naked neck with the tip of his nose. Because she didn’t say anything he dared to move, rubbing his nose against her nape as he smelled once more that addicting fragrance. Somewhere at back of his mind was a voice persistently telling him to stop, but he seemed to have lost control of his actions, tightening his hold on her waist.
Was he…purring?
This was too much. The heat and of his breath and body was too much that she could feel herself heating up in turn. Her face was now burning, and it seems like her heart might jump out of her ribcage or burst. She dreaded thinking about what would happen first.
As if in a trance, Ritsu trailed his nose across her neck, his blood-red eyes closed as he travelled upward when his supple lips accidentally collided with her jaw.
Stunned, her brain didn’t comprehend the added weight on her back. Somehow, along the way Ritsu stopped sniffing her like a dog and was now leaning on her side, rubbing her cheeks with his. Yup, he is definitely purring.
The friction created by his soft cheeks and her warm flesh sent electrifying sparks and jolted her out of her reverie.
In one swift motion she grabbed the hands on her waist and twisted her body to face him. Now she was above him, their faces inches apart. Their breaths mingled in the little space between them as they stare at each other’s eyes, one pair in shock while other was back in its usual half-lidded look.
'Wait. Why am I breathing hard, dammit.’
She groaned and tried to get up. She was on her feet and ready to leave when Ritsu once again stopped her by capturing her wounded hand with his own.
“Where did you get this?”
“I-it’s none of your business,” she stammered.
Seeing Ritsu study her palm intently suddenly brought back memories of that certain duel. That time, Ritsu noncommitally licked the blood off her bleeding finger and started saying nonsense about Rei and blood and things she couldn’t quite remember because she was too flustered her mind went blank. This situation was exactly the same, except instead of a bleeding finger she now has a deep, wide and glaring gash across her palm.
'He w-wouldn’t try to do that again, would he?’
She internally panicked when Ritsu bent his head down and slowly pulled her hand towards his face. As if time itself slowed down, she watched, eyes wide, as Ritsu brought her bandaged hand to his mouth. With misty eyes Ritsu spared a quick glance at her stunned form and smirked, the rubies of his eyes slowly and almost painstakingly being concealed by his lids, like curtains trying to hide those mysterious, precious stones from onlookers who stare for too long.
She held her breath as he parted his lips, just a little, enough to peek a bit at those pearly whites, he bent down and closed the tiny gap between his lips and her hand and…
She felt the most tender, most gentle and warmest medicine she could receive; a kiss for her bleeding hand.
Ritsu looked up and gave her a heartwarming smile. Eyes twinkling with mischief he said, “Be careful next time, producer.” A laugh. “But if you ever get wounded again, come to me and I’ll heal you with my kisses.”
Blood rushing to her face, she pulled away ftom him and took a step back. She opened her mouth and tried to say something but no words would come out. Ritsu stared at the blushing producer and smiled.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself she once tried to speak.
“Ritsu y-”
She was cut off when she heard a loud and obnoxious voice entering the clinic.
“Ritsuuu where are youuu?”
Ritsu’s smile dropped. At once he sat up and giving one last look at the girl, he opened the window nearby and left quietly.
'Huh?’ she thought, puzzled at his actions. Her attention was brought back from Ritsu’s exit when she heard the curtains open.
“Oh, producer. Have you seen Ritsu?” Ah. It’s Rei. No wonder.
“Um, no,” she lied. Smiling awkwardly, she hoped he wouldn’t suspect a thing. After studying her a while Rei finally spoke.
“Oh okay then, sorry to bother you,” he promptly left.
She sighed. Geez, what a day. Remembering what happened a while ago, she blushed.
'Come to me and I’ll heal you with my kisses.’
Dammit. She really needs to be careful so as to avoid any more mishaps.
Pairing: Kagehina
Rating: uh somewhere between T and M
***
Cramped inside the dark and dingy storage room, Hinata clamped a hand in his mouth when a resounding voice reverberated through their hiding place.
“Oi Tsukishima, where the heck are those two?” A loud voice, obviously Tanaka’s, asked.
“I don’t know, maybe they left,” this one calmer, with a hint of annoyance.
A clap. “Alright, everyone finish packing up and we’ll go,” the captain’s voice, muffled by distance could be heard, followed by a simulataneous “Hai!”.
“Kiyoko-san! Let me carry your bag!” The two idiots shouted and received an indistinct reply. By the sound of the fading footsteps they must be going further away from their spot.
Hinata waited with bated breath.
When he heard the familiar sound of the gym doors closing, he released a sigh. And gasped when he felt a hot breath on his neck. In a moment of panic he forgot he wasn’t alone. His companion smirked.
“What, you scared?” Kageyama asked.
“Of course not! Just worried if they find us!” Hinata retorted.
“Sure,” Kageyama snorted. He bent his face slowly towards Hinata’s and asked in a husked tone, “Then can we resume?”
His face reddened but he nodded.
The storage room was small and dusty, filled with unused equipments, spare balls, old nets and boxes with unknown content.
Boxes. Kageyama was currently sitting on one. And Hinata was sitting, no straddling Kageyama’s lap. After staring at each other with glazed eyes, Kageyama bent down and pursued Hinata’s exposed neck.
He pecked at his soft flesh, trailing small kisses across his skin and towards his jaw. Hinata shivered and sank his nails in Kageyama’s hair while his grip on his waist tightened. Kageyama’s lips continued traveling upwards and finally arrived at the pink, supple mounds of Hinata’s lips.
He stopped. Resting his forehead on his, Kageyama stared at the other’s eyes. Big, wide and heartwarming eyes with hazel hues stared back, glazed with anticipation and anxiousness. Two ironic feelings conveyed in one gaze.
Kageyama whispered at his ear.
“Hey,” he murmured huskily, his breath tickling his ear and sending shivers down his spine. “Say something…”
Hinata gulped.
“Or else…”
Kageyama’s hand caressed his thigh, trailing upwards and resting on his buttock.
“I won’t…”
His lips lingered on the shell of his ear and nipped.
“Hold back.”
Rubbing his nose across Hinata’s rose-tinted cheek, he stopped when their lips where centimeters apart. Hinata’s hands fell on his shoulders and and gripped.
With a resolved and unwavering voice, he replied. “Then don’t.”
That was all he needed to hear. Without any hesitation, Kageyama captured his mouth and began a hot and passionate dance.
A second later Hinata’s hand was splayed across his back, rubbing up and down as Kageyama angled his head and pulled at his lower lip. His hand fisting at Hinata’s hair, he brought his head down and ran his tongue along the supple flesh. Their kiss was slow at first, like an elegant waltz, as they tasted each other’s lips and inhaled each other’s scent.
The languid tune went on and, like a gradually approaching crescendo their kiss went wilder, hungrier and greedier. They continued their intoxicated dance for what felt like an eternity, the spell breaking when Hinata left his mouth to breathe some air.
Kageyama lowered his face to Hinata’s neck, running his tongue across the soft flesh and tasting the salt of his skin, before nipping at his pulse. Hinata gasped in response.
Not wasting the opportunity, he seized his mouth once more, his tongue snaking past his teeth. Their fiery dance turning into a blazing duel as their tongues clashed and tried to gain dominance.
‘Boke.’ Kageyama smirked in their kiss. Taking this as a challenge Hinata pushed Kageyama’s head down and ground their hips together.
Surprised by Hinata’s sudden agressiveness he inhaled sharply. He didn’t realize until his back hit the boxes that Hinata has been pushing him down, and now he was lying on the boxes as Hinata straddled his hips, bending down to ravage his mouth.
He sighed in their kiss. 'Fine, you win this one, boke.’
As if understanding what’s on his mind, Hinata smiled and slowed down. They were now back to their lazy, sensual and sluggish kiss, their bodies pressed together for warmth.
They nipped and pulled at each other’s lips before coming to a stop. Hinata rested his forehead on his. Once more Kageyama looked at his eyes and saw not a trace of hesitance, but only content and love.
He gave a solemn smile. If it’s like this, the he’s be contented too, even if they are only allowed to show their feelings behind closed doors. Even if it’s their dirty little secret.
'Yes, this should be enough’ he thought as he gave him one last, sweet kiss.
It's Levi's fault that my mind is now rigged to be attracted to older guys which ruined my chances to reasonably marry someone around my age... Because when I say older guys I mean twice my age and I'm now 16 and it's all because of Levi 😐
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