so uh i kinda rewatched free! and i just HAD to write a fic for one of my favorite ships - seirin! it’s pre canon, at the samezuka school festival and rin is still a second year. enjoy!
swearing
O~o~O
“Alright everyone, places! We'll open up for visitors in a few minutes – Nitori!”
The first year flinches at the call – only captain Seijuro can pronounce his name that harsh. Said captain now rushes towards him, a deep frown on his face. “Nitori, where's Rin?!”
The guilty expression Aiichiro gives him tells him everything he needs to know. A groan escapes Seijuro's throat as he makes his way over the school grounds to the changing room that is rather close to the swimming club's maid restaurant. Now, only about ten minutes before the grand opening, it is empty – well, almost.
“Rin Matsuoka, you get your dramatic ass out there, now!” Silence. Seijuro freezes and listens closely to his surroundings, kind of expecting Rin not being here anymore. “Rin? Rin, come out!”
At first there's silence again, then, when the captain already prepares to kick down the door – “I ain't coming out and I DEFINITELY ain't wearing that!”
Seijuro rolls his eyes. Of course.
“Rin”, he tries it a little nicer, “don't be like that! I'm sure you look great, now come out!”
“No one looks good in that shit!” Ouch. Rude.
“Well, I”, the red head responds and puts extra attention into the I, “rocked it the last two years. Sure, you can't be as stunning as me, but no one can and you have at least some female attributes that match the outfit!”
“Go fuck yourself, Mikoshiba!”
Seijuro inhales sharply and by the sudden silence he can tell that Rin already realized his terrible mistake. He steps closer to the door and gives it a gentle knock, then he says in the most sweet voice he can manage: “I for sure am going to fuck someone up and that someone will be you if you don't get out here and apologize to me within the next three seconds, understood? One. Two.”
The door opens and Seijuro holds back a triumphant grin, giving Rin a scolding look instead. “Well well well, look who we have here.”
He examines the second year's appearance. “I don't see any problem with that, now say Sorry and come with me, we'll be late for the opening!”
Rin makes a little bow and mutters a quick Sorry Senpai, but Seijuro accepts it nevertheless – it would take ages to wait for that brat to give him an appropriate apology and they really don't have much time left! However, when he attempts to finally leave the changing room, Rin stays right where he is, grasping onto his skirt and trying to pull it down desperately. Seijuro sighs. Great, now he has to solve a self esteem crisis on top of it all.
“Goddamn kid, I told you it's okay! You'll be the hottest maid out there, don't worry!”
Abort mission, entirely wrong thing so say! Rin blushes to infinity, his hands tensing up and scaring Seijuro he might rip the dress in half. Okay, start all over.
“It's not like you're the only one! Almost everyone else wears one and even those who don't know what it's like! I wore that dress too and think positive: it's only for today and next year you'll get one of these fancy suits!”
“Not everyone”, Rin presses out through gritted teeth. Ah, so that's the snag.
“Come on, you out of all people care about what some random stranger thinks?”
“I care about what some random other students and teachers think!”
“But you never do! At least not about what I think, you just do what you want!”
Rin just mutters something unintelligible, probably about stupid captains and fucking assholes and Seijuro is this close to smack him in the face, honestly! With three quick steps he approaches his kouhai and pokes the rock hard muscles hiding where normal people have some sort of tummy fat with every word he says.
“You – look – absolutely – gorgeous – now – don't – be – a – pussy!”
Rin grabs his wrists, frantically pushing his hands away and fighting the smile spreading across his face. “S-stop that, Mikoshiba!”
Seijuro throws him a wicked grin and frees his hands, then pushes Rin further back so he's now trapped between his captain and the wall. “Why? A little ticklish, Matsuoka?”
Rin stares up at him furiously. “I'm not fucking ticklish, you're just invading my personal space!” He straightens his back to appear taller. “Stop invading my personal space!”, he barks into his senpai's face and tries to stare him down – normally, the mad expression makes everyone falter.
Apparently, Seijuro Mikoshiba is the exception and even before the captain regains his grin, Rin knows that he is about to find that out the hard way.
“So cocky, Matsuoka. You know what? To get you to do something embarrassing, I'll just blackmail you with something that's even more embarrassing!”
“What the hell do you mean with blackma-ah stop!” A hand sneaked past his defense and now squeezes his side, drawing a giggle out of him.
“Aw, was that a giggle? You're damn cute, ya know that, brat?” Rin's blush intensifies, but he doesn't have the time to think about Seijuro Mikoshiba calling him cute because suddenly his arms are stretched out above his head and both of his wrists are in an iron-like grip.
“Wa-wait!”, he shrieks, bursting into bubbly laughter when the captain uses his free hand to scribble all over his abs and sides. “Fucking let gohoNO FUCK!”
Seijuro chuckles, his quiet amusement drowned out by the hysterical cackles him tickling Rin's ribs draws out of the younger one. “Careful, you'll wrinkle your dress.”
“FUCK YOU!”
“Language, Matsuoka.”
The silk fabrics of Rin's dress do nothing to protect him from Seijuro's dancing fingers that glide over his ribs and thoroughly tickle the spaces in between, making Rin squeak among his ugly cackles. Well, ugly for him because Seijuro seems to enjoy the sound, judging by his enthusiasm and wide smile.
“Look, that's better, isn't it? You're not so tensed anymore.” Seijuro says that like it's something good to be tickled to death in a cramped cubicle and even though he can't really talk right now, it's obvious that Rin does absolutely not agree on this one. “Ya know, I really didn't want to do this, but you left me no choice!”
The tickling slows down a little and Rin gasps for air. “Like... like hell I did...”
Seijuro shrugs. “You didn't listen to me and this always works on my brother to make him listen. Also you were totally pouting over there.”
Seijuro curiously flutters his fingers over his kouhai's exposed armpit, earning a shriek and a desperate attempt to squirm away, but with the captain tightly holding his arms stretched out and his body pressed against the wall, Rin isn't going anywhere. Tears of laughter prick out of his squeezed eyes and his flushed cheeks almost match his hair.
Seijuro has to admit to himself that he really enjoys this. He knew before that Rin is exceptionally beautiful, but having him here right in front of him in a maid dress, feeling him squirm underneath him and getting to enjoy his helpless laugh combined with this slightly pleading undertone... that's something else, far better than pretty and aesthetically pleasing. That's hot. Seijuro grins as Rin opens his teary, shimmering eyes and their gazes lock. Really hot.
“So, you're gonna go out there and make them lose their minds over how stunning you are? Or would you rather have another round of this here?”
Rin tries to answer but he can barely talk through his wild laughter, nevertheless he stares right into Seijuro's eyes and provocatively shakes his head.
Seijuro grins widely. “Oi, brat, I'm starting to get the impression you like getting wrecked like this! But okay, I don't mind.”
Suddenly, without a warning, his hands dart down to Rin's hips and the younger one's arms immediately clasp to his sides but that doesn't save him either and Seijuro has to stabilize him to make sure the boy doesn't just topple over.
“Jackpot~”, he singsongs. It was a lucky guess – a good guess. If Rin wasn't hysterical before, he now definitely is.
“O-OKAY SHIT I GIHIVE! FUHUCK STOP, PLEASE!”
It's the Please that makes Seijuro finally let go off Rin. He'd never say that word unless it would get really serious. Seijuro catches the younger one when he collapses onto the floor and helps him sit down. “You okay? Sorry, that got a bit out of hand...”
“I'm fine”, Rin interrupts him and huffs, then looks to the ground and rubs his neck. “It's fine, I mean, uh... yeah. No bad blood. But next time I want a safe word!”
“Next time?” Seijuro's heart makes a little hop and Rin blushes even more.
“Uh... maybe, if you want to... in a little more comfortable place?”
Seijuro can't help but chuckle. “Are you trying to ask me out on a tickling session? I'll have to take money for that, y'know? But you'd get 50% off because I like you.”
“Actually I thought more of something like... a date.” Rin clears his throat and smirks to cover up his embarrassment. “We can talk about stuff like that later.”
“A... a date?” Now it's Seijuro's turn to be startled but he quickly gets it together again. “Yeah, sure! I'd love to!”
Rin smiles widely but the smile falters when Seijuro adds: “But only if you come with me now. We already missed the opening and we still have to work in the cafe!”
The younger one bites his lip then nods and gets up on shaky legs. “Did you... mean that? That I'm gorgeous and cute and whatnot?”
Seijuro stands up as well and gently grabs Rin by his shoulders. “I did. Matsuoka, I don't know if you realize it but you're really beautiful and I love that dress on you! I'm telling you, you were born to blow their minds with this outfit! So?” He smirks and takes his kouhai's hand, pressing a shy kiss to his forehead. “You pretty?”
News reporter Nitori here, and the guide to this messy chaotic household~
But it’s nowhere complete. But before we start, let me tell you: all the ties are platonic and some are polyamorous. And this is going to be a long post.
