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chineseinkTitle: A Lunch Break's Epiphany
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Kaga/Tsutsui
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Tsutsui really didn't mean to be caught spying.
A Lunch Break’s Epiphany
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meitachi
Tsutsui hadn’t meant to be spying on Kaga as he changed. Kaga agreed that he probably hadn’t meant to be caught spying. Tsutsui argued back that it was all Kaga’s fault anyway—who changed their clothes in public?
It had been a warm and sunny day, so Tsutsui had decided to take his lunch outside. A few friends had joined him on the benches, talking and laughing, moving from school to classmates to various other subjects. Finishing his lunch and disposing of the trash, Tsutsui had decided he’d take a little walk in the remaining time. His stomach felt a little uncomfortable—maybe he’d eaten too quickly.
He had wandered around the well-kept grounds of the school and found himself in a mostly deserted area near the west side gate. He thought he should go back before the lunch period ended and turned to do so.
A scuffling noise from around the corner had caught his attention. Curious, he had pivoted again and made his way over to discover the source of the noise—he had paused when he'd heard a muffled curse, realizing it was definitely a person, most likely a student, and came to a complete halt when his eyes had confirmed that deduction.
A familiar redhead was half-clothed, struggling into the white uniform shirt, annoyed as one sleeve hung inside-out.
Tsutsui blinked, speechless, as Kaga finally thrust his arm through the sleeve and left the shirt unbuttoned as he swiftly undid his belt and shucked his pants down his legs—
Jeans, noted Tsutsui dimly as his cheeks lit on fire. What was Kaga doing? He remained motionless, too embarrassed to call attention to himself now and too afraid that backing off would cause some sort of noise and cause the other boy to look up.
Kaga pulled his uniform pants out of his bag and cursed at the wrinkled black fabric. Undaunted, he slid them on over his (green, Tsutsui noted in the same vague, embarrassed manner) boxers and fastened them. He looped the belt back on and finally went to work on the buttons of his shirt.
I wonder where he gets those muscles, Tsutsui thought, noticing the taller boy’s taut stomach. He can’t get those from playing shougi. Maybe Kaga played basketball or swam or something. An image of a wet, half-naked Kaga appeared in his mind and Tsutsui flushed redder, thinking that now was not a good time for his ridiculous crush on Kaga to manifest itself.
Speaking of Kaga, he had tucked his neatly-buttoned shirt in and was now shrugging on the black uniform jacket, leaving it undone in a show of his usual insouciance.
Tsutsui wondered if now would be a good time to leave, before the other boy walked right into him.
“Oi, Tsutsui,” came a faintly amused voice, “I know you’re there.”
Tsutsui desperately wished to disappear, or at least to have a larger vocabulary of curse words at his disposal as he had a mental heart attack.
“Um,” he said weakly.
Kaga looked up at him, grinning, as he stuffed the last of his street clothes into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Yo. Enjoy the show?”
Oh, his face couldn’t possibly get any redder.
“I-I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, waving his hands around, distressed, “I mean, I was walking after lunch to settle my stomach and I heard you but I didn’t know it was you, I mean, I thought it was just—well, I didn’t know what it was, which is why I looked, and I saw you—I mean, no, not really, I didn’t see anything, it’s just that, I was, I mean…” He was distinctly aware that he was babbling like an idiot.
Kaga had strolled over to him, wearing a very familiar smirk. He slung an arm of Tsutsui’s shoulder as he guided them back toward the lunch area. “No problem. Feel free to look, anytime.”
Again, Tsutsui blushed, then cursed his uncontrollable reddening instincts. It took him another moment before he recalled himself enough to ask, “Why were you in street clothes?”
“The art of skipping, my friend, is not that easy.” Kaga grinned and ran his free hand through his hair, the dark red locks lifting and falling back over his eyes. “All the streets around the school recognize our uniform. If they saw me out there during school, they’d call in and report, jackasses that they all are.” He shrugged. “But they don’t even give a second glance to some random guy in street clothes.”
“I see…”
Kaga winked at him. “It’s loads of fun. You can come with me sometime.”
Tsutsui looked horrified. “I couldn’t skip class!”
The taller boy laughed at him, sliding his arm down Tsutsui’s side. “You never know. One day I may even convince you to try a smoke.” He proceeded to cop a very thorough feel of Tsutsui’s bottom. “Or something better.” He leered exaggeratedly.
Tsutsui didn’t manage the wipe his face of his heated blush or his body of the memory of the touch by the time they returned to class. Kaga considered his goal for the day fulfilled.
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Posted: 11.03.2004
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Kaga/Tsutsui
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Tsutsui really didn't mean to be caught spying.
A Lunch Break’s Epiphany
by
meitachiTsutsui hadn’t meant to be spying on Kaga as he changed. Kaga agreed that he probably hadn’t meant to be caught spying. Tsutsui argued back that it was all Kaga’s fault anyway—who changed their clothes in public?
It had been a warm and sunny day, so Tsutsui had decided to take his lunch outside. A few friends had joined him on the benches, talking and laughing, moving from school to classmates to various other subjects. Finishing his lunch and disposing of the trash, Tsutsui had decided he’d take a little walk in the remaining time. His stomach felt a little uncomfortable—maybe he’d eaten too quickly.
He had wandered around the well-kept grounds of the school and found himself in a mostly deserted area near the west side gate. He thought he should go back before the lunch period ended and turned to do so.
A scuffling noise from around the corner had caught his attention. Curious, he had pivoted again and made his way over to discover the source of the noise—he had paused when he'd heard a muffled curse, realizing it was definitely a person, most likely a student, and came to a complete halt when his eyes had confirmed that deduction.
A familiar redhead was half-clothed, struggling into the white uniform shirt, annoyed as one sleeve hung inside-out.
Tsutsui blinked, speechless, as Kaga finally thrust his arm through the sleeve and left the shirt unbuttoned as he swiftly undid his belt and shucked his pants down his legs—
Jeans, noted Tsutsui dimly as his cheeks lit on fire. What was Kaga doing? He remained motionless, too embarrassed to call attention to himself now and too afraid that backing off would cause some sort of noise and cause the other boy to look up.
Kaga pulled his uniform pants out of his bag and cursed at the wrinkled black fabric. Undaunted, he slid them on over his (green, Tsutsui noted in the same vague, embarrassed manner) boxers and fastened them. He looped the belt back on and finally went to work on the buttons of his shirt.
I wonder where he gets those muscles, Tsutsui thought, noticing the taller boy’s taut stomach. He can’t get those from playing shougi. Maybe Kaga played basketball or swam or something. An image of a wet, half-naked Kaga appeared in his mind and Tsutsui flushed redder, thinking that now was not a good time for his ridiculous crush on Kaga to manifest itself.
Speaking of Kaga, he had tucked his neatly-buttoned shirt in and was now shrugging on the black uniform jacket, leaving it undone in a show of his usual insouciance.
Tsutsui wondered if now would be a good time to leave, before the other boy walked right into him.
“Oi, Tsutsui,” came a faintly amused voice, “I know you’re there.”
Tsutsui desperately wished to disappear, or at least to have a larger vocabulary of curse words at his disposal as he had a mental heart attack.
“Um,” he said weakly.
Kaga looked up at him, grinning, as he stuffed the last of his street clothes into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Yo. Enjoy the show?”
Oh, his face couldn’t possibly get any redder.
“I-I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, waving his hands around, distressed, “I mean, I was walking after lunch to settle my stomach and I heard you but I didn’t know it was you, I mean, I thought it was just—well, I didn’t know what it was, which is why I looked, and I saw you—I mean, no, not really, I didn’t see anything, it’s just that, I was, I mean…” He was distinctly aware that he was babbling like an idiot.
Kaga had strolled over to him, wearing a very familiar smirk. He slung an arm of Tsutsui’s shoulder as he guided them back toward the lunch area. “No problem. Feel free to look, anytime.”
Again, Tsutsui blushed, then cursed his uncontrollable reddening instincts. It took him another moment before he recalled himself enough to ask, “Why were you in street clothes?”
“The art of skipping, my friend, is not that easy.” Kaga grinned and ran his free hand through his hair, the dark red locks lifting and falling back over his eyes. “All the streets around the school recognize our uniform. If they saw me out there during school, they’d call in and report, jackasses that they all are.” He shrugged. “But they don’t even give a second glance to some random guy in street clothes.”
“I see…”
Kaga winked at him. “It’s loads of fun. You can come with me sometime.”
Tsutsui looked horrified. “I couldn’t skip class!”
The taller boy laughed at him, sliding his arm down Tsutsui’s side. “You never know. One day I may even convince you to try a smoke.” He proceeded to cop a very thorough feel of Tsutsui’s bottom. “Or something better.” He leered exaggeratedly.
Tsutsui didn’t manage the wipe his face of his heated blush or his body of the memory of the touch by the time they returned to class. Kaga considered his goal for the day fulfilled.
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Posted: 11.03.2004
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