Hey Kii! Hope you enjoy this little drabble, it was fun to write :)
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He’s sitting on the sidelines, minding his own business, when Muro-chin slides next to him on the bench and says, “I’ll write up your history report if you play along with what I’m about to do.”
“I don’t need help with—” Atsushi protests, before swallowing it with his Ramune candy as Muro-chin butts his head into Atsushi’s neck like a cat wanting to be pet.
“Wh—”
Muro-chin looks up from his ridiculous display with a glare that settles somewhere near Atsushi’s pancreas. Right. Play along.
The stands are filling up with spectators for their game against Shuutoku. Atsushi hesitates, but runs a hand through Muro-chin’s hair. His fingers parse it like poetry, curling around a thread of strands like a stanza.
The softness doesn’t surprise him, but the scent does. Light, like elderberry sweets. He wants to taste.
He tugs on his handful of hair, and Murochin jerks forward until they’re nearly touching noses. The people around them have started to take notice, but Atsushi has never cared about what others think before, and he isn’t about to start now.
Murahimu Fake Dating
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He’s sitting on the sidelines, minding his own business, when Muro-chin slides next to him on the bench and says, “I’ll write up your history report if you play along with what I’m about to do.”
“I don’t need help with—” Atsushi protests, before swallowing it with his Ramune candy as Muro-chin butts his head into Atsushi’s neck like a cat wanting to be pet.
“Wh—”
Muro-chin looks up from his ridiculous display with a glare that settles somewhere near Atsushi’s pancreas. Right. Play along.
The stands are filling up with spectators for their game against Shuutoku. Atsushi hesitates, but runs a hand through Muro-chin’s hair. His fingers parse it like poetry, curling around a thread of strands like a stanza.
The softness doesn’t surprise him, but the scent does. Light, like elderberry sweets. He wants to taste.
He tugs on his handful of hair, and Murochin jerks forward until they’re nearly touching noses. The people around them have started to take notice, but Atsushi has never cared about what others think before, and he isn’t about to start now.
It’s a game. He doesn’t even know the stakes.
The kiss makes up for it, anyway.