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Round 2 - Kyoji Kagami, "Everybody Talks (Or, That Incident With The Shirt)" Part 1/4, Fic (○)
Pseudonym: Kyoji Kagami
Title: Everybody Talks (Or, That Incident With The Shirt) Part 1/4
Characters/Pairings: Shindou Hikaru, Touya Akira, Ashiwara Hiroyuki, Waya Yoshitaka
Rating: Teen
Warnings/Contains: None.
Summary/Notes: When Akira shows up to a match in a familiar t-shirt, the rumor mill starts turning.
It seems like a brilliant idea at the time – keep Touya here, in Hikaru's apartment, with promises of games and dinner. Well, maybe the dinner isn't all that novel or brilliant of an idea – after all, if you're going to coerce your rival into staying without letting him realize that you're really sort of not wanting to let him leave, dinner is kind of a given. So he orders sushi and plies Touya with tea and sits him in front of the goban as soon as Touya can't eat another bite.
And when the game ends, and the discussion goes on longer than usual because the clock is conveniently in Hikaru's eyesight, Touya simply rolls his eyes and points out yet another brilliant move (well, Touya says ridiculous move, but Hikaru knows genius when he sees it)and asks were you even thinking, Shindou? Hikaru simply grins and points out that Touya is only grouchy because he lost, and if Touya had played that move, then Hikaru would naturally point out the brilliance of it. Touya raises his eyebrows and simply stares, which would be more distracting if Touya wasn't shaking his head and trying to stand up at the same time.
"Where are you going?" Hikaru blurts out and Touya stops. Turns around. "I mean, I thought we could play another game."
Touya looks pointedly at the clock. "It is late, Shindou. I'm going to miss the last train if I stay any later." A note of hesitation in Touya's voice makes Hikaru grin.
"Are you sure you're not just worried I'll beat you again?" he taunts. Touya's eyes flash and Hikaru has to stop from biting his lip. Touya clearly doesn't know anything. "I mean, I guess I understand if you're scared."
Touya is suddenly sitting in front of the goban again and quickly clearing the board. "I will make you regret those words, Shindou Hikaru."
Hikaru thinks his name is really pretty awesome when Touya says it. "Bring it."
•○•○•
They make it with five minutes to spare. Akira thinks it might just be wiser to strangle Shindou. Shindou, who said don’t worry, Touya, I set the alarm and sheesh, Touya, I know how to work an alarm clock. Shindou, who clearly doesn't understand the meaning of punctuality.
He walks through the door and quickly takes his seat. He ignores the people staring at him – Akira is never late – and glares at the goban.
"Is that Shindou's shirt?"
Akira looks up to find Waya Yoshitaka staring at him, mouth hanging open. He spares a moment to pity Morishita-sensei, who clearly screwed something up in a past life to have students like Waya and Shindou. Then he realizes what Waya said, and he feels his cheeks heat up. Quickly, he grabs a goke and forcefully places it on the ground next to him.
"Nigiri," he says through clenched teeth, just as the proctor announces that it is time to begin.
○•○•○
Waya is giving him odd looks over lunch, and Hikaru finds it is affecting his appetite. The more Waya stares, the less inclined Hikaru is to eat, which is just not acceptable. After all, they are at Hikaru's favorite ramen shop, and a big bowl of extra spicy ramen is on the table in front of him.
He has a reasonably sized mouthful (which Touya would say is reasonable for a barnyard animal, but Touya clearly doesn't understand the delicacy that is ramen) when Waya finally speaks.
"So. Touya."
Hikaru blinks and chews and swallows. Then he realizes that maybe his inner Touya voice was right and that was a little too much to eat at once, especially when the ramen is extra spicy, and downs half a glass of water before giving Waya his attention. "Touya what?"
Waya stares. This leads Hikaru to wonder exactly what Morishita Shigeko could possibly see in Waya Yoshitaka, except maybe his pocketbook, but Saeki-san has more money (well, when he isn't spending it on Ashiwara-san, who eats more than Hikaru. In fact, Hikaru one day hopes to be just like Ashiwara-san, despite Touya's horrified look when Hikaru told him about it that one time). He is musing about Waya's spinelessness – after all Shigeko-san is a very willful young woman – when Waya blinks and shakes his head.
"Morishita-sensei is going to kill you," Waya states matter-of-factly before taking a sip of Hikaru's soda. Hikaru supposes this is fair, since the water that he decimated a moment earlier was actually Waya's. "I mean, seriously, Shindou? Touya? What were you thinking?"
Hikaru is confused. It's not that he didn't expect Waya to catch on at some point (after all, denial can only go so far, and even Waya isn't that dumb), but he isn't sure what Morishita-sensei has to do with anything. After all, one has nothing to do with the other. Well, for the moment, anyway. He's pretty sure he has a good chance of getting through to Touya if he plays it cool, like he has been.
"I know you don't like Touya," Hikaru starts, winding more ramen noodles around his chopsticks, "but I doubt Morishita-sensei cares about who I like, Waya."
"He might since you are screwing Touya Akira," Waya hisses.
Hikaru's chopsticks fall out of his hands and into his bowl. "I'm what?"
•○•○•
The shirt. It all started with the horrid shirt, Akira decides. After all, it's not as though Akira owns anything remotely as obnoxious as Shindou's bright red 'Let's 5!' shirt. And even if he did, his mother probably would have accidentally misplaced it, like she did with the hideous neon pink 'Party time!' shirt Shindou had gotten him for his birthday.
And now everyone is staring at him (well, Waya-san keeps staring at him, and Ashiwara-san is giving him curious looks. And Shindou, who started this whole fiasco by spilling tea on his perfectly presentable white button-down at breakfast, is avoiding his gaze entirely. So, in Akira's world, that constitutes everyone) and he isn't sure why except that it has to be about the shirt. He can only imagine the thoughts running through their heads: Has Shindou finally rubbed off on Touya? How sad; he had such a solid, promising career. And a proper wardrobe. What a shame.
He isn't sure what his career has to do with the shirt, but he's sure there's a correlation somewhere.
"I have nothing," Waya-san says, and it takes Akira a moment to remember that they are still playing. Now Shindou and his shirt have disrupted his concentration.
There! Akira thinks darkly, that's how Shindou is going to destroy my career.
He thanks Waya-san for the game – a rather uneventful one, but at least Waya-san didn't embarrass himself this time – and quickly stands up. Waya-san never wants to discuss their games; Shindou says that they usually go over them in study group, and Shindou usually explains Akira's moves – which is ridiculous, because Shindou wouldn't know a perfectly sane, brilliant move if Akira destroyed all of his formations with it.
But that is neither here nor there.
He records the win. Usually, once his game is over, he goes to check on Shindou's game. He is about to do just that when Ashiwara-san smiles at him, and it's that smile that Akira knows means something, and then Ashiwara-san is glancing at Shindou and giving Akira a meaningful look.
Akira shakes his head and runs.
○•○•○
Hikaru is trying to leave, but people keep getting in his way. He's not sure what the sudden fascination with him is, but it's getting annoying and he's got, like, ten voicemails from a frantic Touya. He didn't even know Touya could be anything other than annoyingly calm, frustratingly smug, and pissed.
"Shindou-kun," someone calls, and Hikaru turns on reflex to see Ashiwara-san hiding behind a pillar and waving at him. Ashiwara-san isn't fooling anyone, but he's the only one not asking stupid questions about a stupid shirt, and god, if he had known that Touya wearing that shirt was going to cause everyone to go insane, he'd have let Touya go shirtless.
Hikaru blinks and tries to remember what he was doing.
•○•○•
He is cursing Shindou's name in every language that he knows – which, admittedly, isn't that many; he makes a note to begin learning Chinese and French once he has the basics of Korean down – when someone rings the doorbell. He opens the door to find Ashiwara-san and Shindou on the other side. Ashiwara-san's hands are filled with bags from the market, and Shindou is staring at his feet, holding a lone carrot.
"Shindou-kun was hungry," Ashiwara-san informs him as he enters and kicks off his shoes. "It's easier to cook for three than just for two, so I invited him along." Akira stares blankly at him and Ashiwara-san's face falls. "Was that okay, Akira-kun?"
He knows he's being played – he's seen Ashiwara-san use that exact same expression on Ogata-san whenever he wants ice cream or sushi or ramen and doesn't want to pay for it – but it's impossible to rebuke him. Besides, Shindou is already there and it would be rude to turn him out. "It's fine, Ashiwara-san," he replies, stepping aside so that Shindou can enter.
Shindou stops staring at his shoes long enough to meet Akira's gaze before suddenly turning bright red and rushing after Ashiwara-san, offering to help cook, leaving Akira to close the door.
○•○•○
Shindou Hikaru stares at the cutting board, knife in hand, and begins to panic. He isn't sure how this happened, but he's sure it has something to do with the fact that Touya was glaring holes into his skull. And now, instead of running home, he's standing in the Touya family's kitchen while Ashiwara-san hums and floats around effortlessly, placing random things into a pot. The kitchen begins to smell delicious five seconds later. Hikaru is apparently expected to chop up the vegetables, despite never having cooked anything except instant meals in his entire life.
He's sure Ashiwara-san knows this, but he's also pretty sure that Ashiwara-san is a sadist. It's the only explanation for practically abducting Hikaru, dragging him to the store, and then depositing him in Touya's kitchen. How Saeki-san puts up with it, Hikaru isn't sure. Maybe Saeki-san is a masochist.
"Shindou-kun," Ashiwara-san says, "could you measure out a quarter cup of salt and put it in the broth, please? I'll chop the carrots."
Ashiwara-san doesn't give him time to say anything before nudging him away from the kitchen island and towards the spice rack.
"A quarter cup of salt," Hikaru mumbles. "I can do that."
•○•○•
Akira is sitting next to Shindou; Ashiwara-san is sitting across from them, placing curry over his rice and smiling beatifically. Shindou is moving his food around his plate, and Akira kicks his shin. He may be furious about this afternoon, but he'll not let Shindou be rude at the table.
Ashiwara-san is staring at them expectantly, so Akira dutifully takes a bit of his food.
And nearly chokes.
Calmly, he takes his water glass and takes a sip. And then another one. A sideways glance shows Shindou thoughtfully chewing his food. Ashiwara-san hasn't touched his.
"Congratulations," Ashiwara-san says.
Akira frowns. "On what, Ashiwara-san?"
Ashiwara-san grins. "Well, it finally happened, right? I mean, it was your first time, right?"
"First time?" Akira says, and then realizes that this was Shindou's first time cooking. Ever. Well, unless you count instant ramen, which is vile and not really food. Which would actually make this the first time he's tried Shindou's cooking. "I suppose it was about time, wasn't it? I mean, it would be ridiculous to keep dragging this on."
"Exactly," Ashiwara-san agrees.
Next to him, Shindou starts choking.
○•○•○
"Is something wrong, Shindou-kun?" Ashiwara-san asks.
"Just fine," he gasps, grabbing his water. "The curry is just a bit spicy."
Ashiwara-san frowns and takes a bite. His eyes widen and he grabs his water. "How much salt did you put in Shindou-kun?"
Hikaru shrugs. "A quarter of a cup, like you said."
"And you measured it with the measuring cups?"
"I used one of the water glasses," he replies, confused. "I filled it a quarter of the way up."
"You used a water glass?" Touya asks incredulously.
"It was a cup!" Hikaru says indignantly. "How was I supposed to know that there are special cups for salt? I've never cooked before!"
"You've never cooked before, Shindou-kun?" Ashiwara-san cuts in, looking at him with wide eyes. Hikaru shakes his head. "I mean, never?"
"Well, I've made cup ramen and some freezer meals, you know, the ones you stick in the microwave?"
"Wait," Touya says, "you didn't know Shindou's never cooked before?" Ashiwara-san shakes his head. Confused, Touya asks, "then why were you congratulating us?"
•○•○•
"He thinks we had sex," Shindou says, and his face is suddenly bright red.
Akira stares at Shindou blankly for a moment. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Sex," Shindou says again, staring intently at his curry.
"You mean you didn't?" Ashiwara-san asks, and Akira is sure he's imagining the disappointed note in Ashiwara-san's voice.
"No," Akira replies, shocked. "What would make you think that?"
Ashiwara-san shrugs. "Well, you came to today's match in Shindou-kun's shirt, and whenever you would look at each other, you would blush. I just thought..."
"No," Akira says vehemently. "I couldn't concentrate because everyone was staring at me because Shindou can't even have breakfast without making a mess."
"You don't have to sound so insulted, Touya," Shindou mutters.
"Insulted? I'm mortified. Does everyone think that Shindou and I have… That we've…" He can't finish the sentence, but Ashiwara-san nods sheepishly. "Oh my god."
"Jeez, Touya, you don't have to be so uptight," Shindou says, glaring at him. "Big deal. Who cares if everyone thinks that we're having sex? I mean, it's not like people weren't thinking it already, anyway. Besides, it's not like we are, so who cares?"
"You mean to say you don't care that every person we work with thinks that we're… Doing that?"
"It's not a big deal, Touya," Shindou says, but for some reason, he looks hurt. "So, whatever, right? Aren't you the one who says to ignore the gossip, anyway?"
"But," Akira starts, but Shindou is standing up.
"Thanks for the food, Ashiwara-san, sorry I messed it up."
"It's okay, Shindou-kun," Ashiwara-san replies, looking uncertainly at the two of them.
Without another word, Shindou leaves.
Go to opponent's entry: Round 2 - Tora-des, "A May 5th, Semi-Silent Film, A Salty Taste", AMV (●)
Go to vote: Ichigaya vs. The White Suit Society - Second Board Match
Title: Everybody Talks (Or, That Incident With The Shirt) Part 1/4
Characters/Pairings: Shindou Hikaru, Touya Akira, Ashiwara Hiroyuki, Waya Yoshitaka
Rating: Teen
Warnings/Contains: None.
Summary/Notes: When Akira shows up to a match in a familiar t-shirt, the rumor mill starts turning.
It seems like a brilliant idea at the time – keep Touya here, in Hikaru's apartment, with promises of games and dinner. Well, maybe the dinner isn't all that novel or brilliant of an idea – after all, if you're going to coerce your rival into staying without letting him realize that you're really sort of not wanting to let him leave, dinner is kind of a given. So he orders sushi and plies Touya with tea and sits him in front of the goban as soon as Touya can't eat another bite.
And when the game ends, and the discussion goes on longer than usual because the clock is conveniently in Hikaru's eyesight, Touya simply rolls his eyes and points out yet another brilliant move (well, Touya says ridiculous move, but Hikaru knows genius when he sees it)and asks were you even thinking, Shindou? Hikaru simply grins and points out that Touya is only grouchy because he lost, and if Touya had played that move, then Hikaru would naturally point out the brilliance of it. Touya raises his eyebrows and simply stares, which would be more distracting if Touya wasn't shaking his head and trying to stand up at the same time.
"Where are you going?" Hikaru blurts out and Touya stops. Turns around. "I mean, I thought we could play another game."
Touya looks pointedly at the clock. "It is late, Shindou. I'm going to miss the last train if I stay any later." A note of hesitation in Touya's voice makes Hikaru grin.
"Are you sure you're not just worried I'll beat you again?" he taunts. Touya's eyes flash and Hikaru has to stop from biting his lip. Touya clearly doesn't know anything. "I mean, I guess I understand if you're scared."
Touya is suddenly sitting in front of the goban again and quickly clearing the board. "I will make you regret those words, Shindou Hikaru."
Hikaru thinks his name is really pretty awesome when Touya says it. "Bring it."
They make it with five minutes to spare. Akira thinks it might just be wiser to strangle Shindou. Shindou, who said don’t worry, Touya, I set the alarm and sheesh, Touya, I know how to work an alarm clock. Shindou, who clearly doesn't understand the meaning of punctuality.
He walks through the door and quickly takes his seat. He ignores the people staring at him – Akira is never late – and glares at the goban.
"Is that Shindou's shirt?"
Akira looks up to find Waya Yoshitaka staring at him, mouth hanging open. He spares a moment to pity Morishita-sensei, who clearly screwed something up in a past life to have students like Waya and Shindou. Then he realizes what Waya said, and he feels his cheeks heat up. Quickly, he grabs a goke and forcefully places it on the ground next to him.
"Nigiri," he says through clenched teeth, just as the proctor announces that it is time to begin.
Waya is giving him odd looks over lunch, and Hikaru finds it is affecting his appetite. The more Waya stares, the less inclined Hikaru is to eat, which is just not acceptable. After all, they are at Hikaru's favorite ramen shop, and a big bowl of extra spicy ramen is on the table in front of him.
He has a reasonably sized mouthful (which Touya would say is reasonable for a barnyard animal, but Touya clearly doesn't understand the delicacy that is ramen) when Waya finally speaks.
"So. Touya."
Hikaru blinks and chews and swallows. Then he realizes that maybe his inner Touya voice was right and that was a little too much to eat at once, especially when the ramen is extra spicy, and downs half a glass of water before giving Waya his attention. "Touya what?"
Waya stares. This leads Hikaru to wonder exactly what Morishita Shigeko could possibly see in Waya Yoshitaka, except maybe his pocketbook, but Saeki-san has more money (well, when he isn't spending it on Ashiwara-san, who eats more than Hikaru. In fact, Hikaru one day hopes to be just like Ashiwara-san, despite Touya's horrified look when Hikaru told him about it that one time). He is musing about Waya's spinelessness – after all Shigeko-san is a very willful young woman – when Waya blinks and shakes his head.
"Morishita-sensei is going to kill you," Waya states matter-of-factly before taking a sip of Hikaru's soda. Hikaru supposes this is fair, since the water that he decimated a moment earlier was actually Waya's. "I mean, seriously, Shindou? Touya? What were you thinking?"
Hikaru is confused. It's not that he didn't expect Waya to catch on at some point (after all, denial can only go so far, and even Waya isn't that dumb), but he isn't sure what Morishita-sensei has to do with anything. After all, one has nothing to do with the other. Well, for the moment, anyway. He's pretty sure he has a good chance of getting through to Touya if he plays it cool, like he has been.
"I know you don't like Touya," Hikaru starts, winding more ramen noodles around his chopsticks, "but I doubt Morishita-sensei cares about who I like, Waya."
"He might since you are screwing Touya Akira," Waya hisses.
Hikaru's chopsticks fall out of his hands and into his bowl. "I'm what?"
The shirt. It all started with the horrid shirt, Akira decides. After all, it's not as though Akira owns anything remotely as obnoxious as Shindou's bright red 'Let's 5!' shirt. And even if he did, his mother probably would have accidentally misplaced it, like she did with the hideous neon pink 'Party time!' shirt Shindou had gotten him for his birthday.
And now everyone is staring at him (well, Waya-san keeps staring at him, and Ashiwara-san is giving him curious looks. And Shindou, who started this whole fiasco by spilling tea on his perfectly presentable white button-down at breakfast, is avoiding his gaze entirely. So, in Akira's world, that constitutes everyone) and he isn't sure why except that it has to be about the shirt. He can only imagine the thoughts running through their heads: Has Shindou finally rubbed off on Touya? How sad; he had such a solid, promising career. And a proper wardrobe. What a shame.
He isn't sure what his career has to do with the shirt, but he's sure there's a correlation somewhere.
"I have nothing," Waya-san says, and it takes Akira a moment to remember that they are still playing. Now Shindou and his shirt have disrupted his concentration.
There! Akira thinks darkly, that's how Shindou is going to destroy my career.
He thanks Waya-san for the game – a rather uneventful one, but at least Waya-san didn't embarrass himself this time – and quickly stands up. Waya-san never wants to discuss their games; Shindou says that they usually go over them in study group, and Shindou usually explains Akira's moves – which is ridiculous, because Shindou wouldn't know a perfectly sane, brilliant move if Akira destroyed all of his formations with it.
But that is neither here nor there.
He records the win. Usually, once his game is over, he goes to check on Shindou's game. He is about to do just that when Ashiwara-san smiles at him, and it's that smile that Akira knows means something, and then Ashiwara-san is glancing at Shindou and giving Akira a meaningful look.
Akira shakes his head and runs.
Hikaru is trying to leave, but people keep getting in his way. He's not sure what the sudden fascination with him is, but it's getting annoying and he's got, like, ten voicemails from a frantic Touya. He didn't even know Touya could be anything other than annoyingly calm, frustratingly smug, and pissed.
"Shindou-kun," someone calls, and Hikaru turns on reflex to see Ashiwara-san hiding behind a pillar and waving at him. Ashiwara-san isn't fooling anyone, but he's the only one not asking stupid questions about a stupid shirt, and god, if he had known that Touya wearing that shirt was going to cause everyone to go insane, he'd have let Touya go shirtless.
Hikaru blinks and tries to remember what he was doing.
He is cursing Shindou's name in every language that he knows – which, admittedly, isn't that many; he makes a note to begin learning Chinese and French once he has the basics of Korean down – when someone rings the doorbell. He opens the door to find Ashiwara-san and Shindou on the other side. Ashiwara-san's hands are filled with bags from the market, and Shindou is staring at his feet, holding a lone carrot.
"Shindou-kun was hungry," Ashiwara-san informs him as he enters and kicks off his shoes. "It's easier to cook for three than just for two, so I invited him along." Akira stares blankly at him and Ashiwara-san's face falls. "Was that okay, Akira-kun?"
He knows he's being played – he's seen Ashiwara-san use that exact same expression on Ogata-san whenever he wants ice cream or sushi or ramen and doesn't want to pay for it – but it's impossible to rebuke him. Besides, Shindou is already there and it would be rude to turn him out. "It's fine, Ashiwara-san," he replies, stepping aside so that Shindou can enter.
Shindou stops staring at his shoes long enough to meet Akira's gaze before suddenly turning bright red and rushing after Ashiwara-san, offering to help cook, leaving Akira to close the door.
Shindou Hikaru stares at the cutting board, knife in hand, and begins to panic. He isn't sure how this happened, but he's sure it has something to do with the fact that Touya was glaring holes into his skull. And now, instead of running home, he's standing in the Touya family's kitchen while Ashiwara-san hums and floats around effortlessly, placing random things into a pot. The kitchen begins to smell delicious five seconds later. Hikaru is apparently expected to chop up the vegetables, despite never having cooked anything except instant meals in his entire life.
He's sure Ashiwara-san knows this, but he's also pretty sure that Ashiwara-san is a sadist. It's the only explanation for practically abducting Hikaru, dragging him to the store, and then depositing him in Touya's kitchen. How Saeki-san puts up with it, Hikaru isn't sure. Maybe Saeki-san is a masochist.
"Shindou-kun," Ashiwara-san says, "could you measure out a quarter cup of salt and put it in the broth, please? I'll chop the carrots."
Ashiwara-san doesn't give him time to say anything before nudging him away from the kitchen island and towards the spice rack.
"A quarter cup of salt," Hikaru mumbles. "I can do that."
Akira is sitting next to Shindou; Ashiwara-san is sitting across from them, placing curry over his rice and smiling beatifically. Shindou is moving his food around his plate, and Akira kicks his shin. He may be furious about this afternoon, but he'll not let Shindou be rude at the table.
Ashiwara-san is staring at them expectantly, so Akira dutifully takes a bit of his food.
And nearly chokes.
Calmly, he takes his water glass and takes a sip. And then another one. A sideways glance shows Shindou thoughtfully chewing his food. Ashiwara-san hasn't touched his.
"Congratulations," Ashiwara-san says.
Akira frowns. "On what, Ashiwara-san?"
Ashiwara-san grins. "Well, it finally happened, right? I mean, it was your first time, right?"
"First time?" Akira says, and then realizes that this was Shindou's first time cooking. Ever. Well, unless you count instant ramen, which is vile and not really food. Which would actually make this the first time he's tried Shindou's cooking. "I suppose it was about time, wasn't it? I mean, it would be ridiculous to keep dragging this on."
"Exactly," Ashiwara-san agrees.
Next to him, Shindou starts choking.
"Is something wrong, Shindou-kun?" Ashiwara-san asks.
"Just fine," he gasps, grabbing his water. "The curry is just a bit spicy."
Ashiwara-san frowns and takes a bite. His eyes widen and he grabs his water. "How much salt did you put in Shindou-kun?"
Hikaru shrugs. "A quarter of a cup, like you said."
"And you measured it with the measuring cups?"
"I used one of the water glasses," he replies, confused. "I filled it a quarter of the way up."
"You used a water glass?" Touya asks incredulously.
"It was a cup!" Hikaru says indignantly. "How was I supposed to know that there are special cups for salt? I've never cooked before!"
"You've never cooked before, Shindou-kun?" Ashiwara-san cuts in, looking at him with wide eyes. Hikaru shakes his head. "I mean, never?"
"Well, I've made cup ramen and some freezer meals, you know, the ones you stick in the microwave?"
"Wait," Touya says, "you didn't know Shindou's never cooked before?" Ashiwara-san shakes his head. Confused, Touya asks, "then why were you congratulating us?"
"He thinks we had sex," Shindou says, and his face is suddenly bright red.
Akira stares at Shindou blankly for a moment. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Sex," Shindou says again, staring intently at his curry.
"You mean you didn't?" Ashiwara-san asks, and Akira is sure he's imagining the disappointed note in Ashiwara-san's voice.
"No," Akira replies, shocked. "What would make you think that?"
Ashiwara-san shrugs. "Well, you came to today's match in Shindou-kun's shirt, and whenever you would look at each other, you would blush. I just thought..."
"No," Akira says vehemently. "I couldn't concentrate because everyone was staring at me because Shindou can't even have breakfast without making a mess."
"You don't have to sound so insulted, Touya," Shindou mutters.
"Insulted? I'm mortified. Does everyone think that Shindou and I have… That we've…" He can't finish the sentence, but Ashiwara-san nods sheepishly. "Oh my god."
"Jeez, Touya, you don't have to be so uptight," Shindou says, glaring at him. "Big deal. Who cares if everyone thinks that we're having sex? I mean, it's not like people weren't thinking it already, anyway. Besides, it's not like we are, so who cares?"
"You mean to say you don't care that every person we work with thinks that we're… Doing that?"
"It's not a big deal, Touya," Shindou says, but for some reason, he looks hurt. "So, whatever, right? Aren't you the one who says to ignore the gossip, anyway?"
"But," Akira starts, but Shindou is standing up.
"Thanks for the food, Ashiwara-san, sorry I messed it up."
"It's okay, Shindou-kun," Ashiwara-san replies, looking uncertainly at the two of them.
Without another word, Shindou leaves.
Go to opponent's entry: Round 2 - Tora-des, "A May 5th, Semi-Silent Film, A Salty Taste", AMV (●)
Go to vote: Ichigaya vs. The White Suit Society - Second Board Match
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(Anonymous) 2012-07-27 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)- kakari
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(Anonymous) 2012-07-30 01:05 am (UTC)(link)It is a hard match to vote for! The AMV is definitely creative!
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(Anonymous) 2012-07-30 06:17 am (UTC)(link)-Uchida.
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-03 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)Glad you enjoyed it, though!!
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-03 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)Glad you enjoyed this part!
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