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bonnefoisSo I twisted my ankle because I'm a retard and it is hurting, viva la frozen peas.
Also, dad caught me being a retard and dancing to music last night. Half dancing anyways.
Chiba Susumu = pure awesome.
And I think I'm sick. D: I felt lightheaded yesterday and had a stomachache which I still have now. Woe D:
Anyways--
Title: In The Locker Room.
Series: Tenipuri
Character/Pairing: InuKai
Rating: PG-13?
Word count: 367
A/N: for uh, I can’t for the life of me spell her name. ;; Sasaki_something? Sorry if it sucks, I’m rather shaky on InuKai writing ;; I’m pretty sure this isn’t what she wanted, but I can’t write Inui to save my life. I fail at statistics D:
Locker rooms filled with sweaty, half-naked adolescent boys always tend to be a bit awkward, especially with adolescents like Ryoma who often blatantly makes passes at their buchou, or the Golden Pair, whom disappear for suspicious amounts of time for “doubles practice” –
Or even Fuji, who takes a great deal pleasure out of making people uncomfortable. Fuji turns invading personal space into a fine art, and it seems one of his main hobbies, right up there with collecting cacti, photography, and frightening the masses.
And today it seems even hotter than usual as various regulars and non regulars alike scramble to get changed and get home in time for dinner and loads of joyful mindnumbing homework to be finished.
Almost there, he thinks, and takes to packing the assorted and necessary things into his gym bag. As he reaches to close his locker door he feels a presence behind him.
“Perhaps,” Fuji whispers into Kaidoh’s ear, “I should steal Inui’s journal and share it with everyone, hmm?” The feel of Fuji’s hot breath against him is uncomfortable, he shifts despite himself.
“I wonder what I would find in there, do you know?”
Kaidoh can only imagine, and he attributes the growing rosy cheeks blooming on his cheeks to be the heat of this damned locker room, one he can’t wait to leave.
Fuji has taken to touching the small hand towel hung out to dry through the handle of his locker, one with “Kawamura Sushi” written in red kanji.
"Sempai...may I have my towel please?"
“Certainly” Fuji says and passes it over without hesitation.
Just as Kaidoh opens the door to leave, Fuji stops him.
“Oh, and Kaidoh...”
“Yes?”
“Isn’t that the towel Inui gave you?”
Also, dad caught me being a retard and dancing to music last night. Half dancing anyways.
Chiba Susumu = pure awesome.
And I think I'm sick. D: I felt lightheaded yesterday and had a stomachache which I still have now. Woe D:
Anyways--
Title: In The Locker Room.
Series: Tenipuri
Character/Pairing: InuKai
Rating: PG-13?
Word count: 367
A/N: for uh, I can’t for the life of me spell her name. ;; Sasaki_something? Sorry if it sucks, I’m rather shaky on InuKai writing ;; I’m pretty sure this isn’t what she wanted, but I can’t write Inui to save my life. I fail at statistics D:
Locker rooms filled with sweaty, half-naked adolescent boys always tend to be a bit awkward, especially with adolescents like Ryoma who often blatantly makes passes at their buchou, or the Golden Pair, whom disappear for suspicious amounts of time for “doubles practice” –
Or even Fuji, who takes a great deal pleasure out of making people uncomfortable. Fuji turns invading personal space into a fine art, and it seems one of his main hobbies, right up there with collecting cacti, photography, and frightening the masses.
And today it seems even hotter than usual as various regulars and non regulars alike scramble to get changed and get home in time for dinner and loads of joyful mindnumbing homework to be finished.
Almost there, he thinks, and takes to packing the assorted and necessary things into his gym bag. As he reaches to close his locker door he feels a presence behind him.
“Perhaps,” Fuji whispers into Kaidoh’s ear, “I should steal Inui’s journal and share it with everyone, hmm?” The feel of Fuji’s hot breath against him is uncomfortable, he shifts despite himself.
“I wonder what I would find in there, do you know?”
Kaidoh can only imagine, and he attributes the growing rosy cheeks blooming on his cheeks to be the heat of this damned locker room, one he can’t wait to leave.
Fuji has taken to touching the small hand towel hung out to dry through the handle of his locker, one with “Kawamura Sushi” written in red kanji.
"Sempai...may I have my towel please?"
“Certainly” Fuji says and passes it over without hesitation.
Just as Kaidoh opens the door to leave, Fuji stops him.
“Oh, and Kaidoh...”
“Yes?”
“Isn’t that the towel Inui gave you?”
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Date: 2005-10-30 03:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-30 03:13 pm (UTC)Good luck on your exam *hugs*
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Date: 2005-10-30 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-31 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-31 05:14 am (UTC)I fail at statistics.
Was enough for me XD
*hugs-snugs-loves*
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Date: 2005-10-31 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-31 08:06 am (UTC)Inui must be a difficult character to write... I do like your Fuji a lot though. =)
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Date: 2009-09-23 11:10 am (UTC)That, as well as the fic, just had to make me leave a comment. It's nice to know I'm not the only one, as that is EXACTLY what I did when I twisted my ankle. woot for frozen peas.
Haaaaah. Fuji, Fuji, Fuji. I love him. He sems to ignore some of the most basic rules, such as personal space, and a person's wishes not to be humiliated. It must be love.