It's Just Acting
Summary: Kise is late for practice again.
Pairing: KiKasa
Warnings: Nothing other than lazy editing
A/N: This idea popped into my head while driving to work today, so I don't know.
Kasamatsu glances around the gym, takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, opens them, and glances around again. He already knows the answer to the question he’s about to ask, but he takes a chance and asks it anyway.
“Girls,” Moriyama says. “So many gorgeous gir—”
“Where?” Kasamatsu says again, voice telling everyone that he’s definitely not in the mood to play games.
“Hallway.”
There are plenty of hallways in the building, and specifics would have been nice, but Kasamatsu is too irritated to point this out. Instead, he leaves the gym, tossing the ball in his hand behind his back without much to regard to where it lands or who it hits.
He storms out of the gym, eyes set straight ahead, focused specifically on finding his target. As he turns the corner of one hall and begins down another, he tries to figure out if he should hit Kise, kick him, or perhaps use a combination of the two. Hell, maybe he’ll try something new and just strangle the life out of him.
Yeah, he likes that option the most.
After traveling down yet another hall, Kasamatsu finally finds Kise.
He’s leaning against a row of lockers, smiling that charming smile of his that makes Kasamatsu want to put a plastic grocery bag over his head. Surrounded by a bunch of beautiful girls, Kise looks like he doesn’t have a single care in the world. Obviously, this is a problem because the idiot is supposed to at basketball practice right now.
Kasamatsu wants to call out to him, but he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself, not with all those girls standing around. Luckily, Kise glances over at him, smiles, and politely dismisses the girls. He waves at them as they walk away, one by one, leaving nothing but the two of them.
Even Kasamatsu has to admit that he’s amazed how they all just... do whatever Kise says.
But being amazed by Kaijo’s ace isn’t what he has planned today. The only thing scheduled for the next few minutes is beating the crap out of Kise.
Kise grins at him.
“Hi, senpai.”
“What did I tell you about being late for practice because you’re too busy fraternizing with girls?” Kasamatsu curls his fingers into a fist as he walks over to Kise, ready to administer the only type of punishment that seems to work on his teammate. As typical of him, without warning, he swings his fist, not exactly caring where it lands as long as it hits something on Kise’s body.
Only it doesn’t.
Kise grabs his wrist in mid air, the action startling Kasamatsu briefly. He tries to recover by throwing another punch with his free hand, but Kise catches that one, too. His grip tightens on Kasamatsu’s wrists, fingers unbelievably warm and soft, a complete contrast from his own, which are dry and covered in calluses.
Kasamatsu opens his mouth to speak, but the only sound that leaves his lips is a grunt when he’s shoved back against a row of lockers. He’s in a state of shock, that’s the only reason to explain why he’s just standing there wide eyed while Kise raises his arms into the air, and then pins them against the cold, metal surface of a locker.
“Could it be that you want me to save all of my fraternizing for you, Yukio?”
Kasamatsu is trying to speak. He knows he is because he can feel his lips moving. It’s just that nothing comes out, only tiny puffs of breath that grow smaller and smaller as Kise leans down toward him. Kise’s lips are close now, too close, so close that if Kasamatsu stuck out his tongue, he could taste the flavor of chap stick Kise uses.
He’s tempted to find out.
Kasamatsu’s ignores the heavy pounding of his heart. He knows he can do it. He just needs to take a chance. Kise wants it, obviously, and so does he. All he has to do is tilt his head a bit more, lean up a bit, push himself to stand on his toes, and...
Kise smiles, chuckles, and pulls away before Kasamatsu actually gets the opportunity to be daring. He releases his Kasamatsu’s hands and stands upright, eyes going from their previously smoldering state to the playful one that Kasamatsu is used to.
Kasamatsu feels cheated.
“So what did you think?” Kise asks him.
“About what?” Kasamatsu’s words are soft, confused.
What just happened? Why didn’t they kiss?
“Well, I’m already a model, but I’ve been thinking about getting into acting, and—” Kise gasps, doubles over, and clutches at his stomach. “Senpai, t-that one really hurt.”
Kasamatsu briefly wonders if he really did punch Kise a bit too hard, but then decides that it probably wasn’t hard enough. “Get to practice,” he says, and turns around, leaving Kise whimpering and begging for assistance.
He’s annoyed with Kise for getting him worked up like that, but he’s even more annoyed with himself for thinking that he ever actually stood a chance. Kasamastu sighs and stares at the floor, his hands gliding along the lockers as he walks, wishing they held the same warmth as Kise’s fingers.
Kise winces and rubs his stomach as he stands upright. His senpai definitely didn’t hold back with that punch, but he still can’t help but smile. Honestly, he didn’t think the whole wanting-to-be-an-actor line would work, but maybe he’s is better at acting than he thought. Maybe he’ll put that on his list of things to pursue next, right after the current and most important thing, which were the words ‘true love’ right next to an amateurishly drawn image of Kasamatsu’s face.








