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Slap.
Mizuki twitches as Usui’s hands come down, slapping the aloe vera across his bare, red shoulders. The vice-captain is quiet as he works, massaging the stuff into Mizuki’s skin, but the captain thinks he can sense his disappointment even without it being vocalized.
It was so irresponsible of you.
You should know better.
What kind of example are you setting for the first years?
“Don’t be surprised if coach keeps you out of the next game,” his soft voice finally breaks through the silence.
Mizuki tenses, but Usui continues.
“Embarrassing to have our captain running around looking like a tomato.” He’s finished with Mizuki’s back as he says it, and he moves around to stand in front, grabbing more gel from the bottle and reaching towards Mizuki’s face.
He pauses, staring at Mizuki without saying anything, and the captain’s brow furrows slightly under the scrutiny.
“What?”
Usui smiles, suddenly, a small but warm thing, and leans forward to place a light kiss on Mizuki’s sunburned nose.
“It’s cute,” he says, pulling back and beginning to work on the reddened skin with his hands, fingers moving gently across Mizuki’s features. “Stupid,” he continues, and Mizuki’s gaze drops to the floor, “but cute.”