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“Hirano-san, welcome back!” Kagiura beamed upon his arrival.
“Ah, yeah.” Hirano grimaced, tapping a finger on Kagiura’s arm with discontent. “So. Mind explaining this?”
This as in the way Kagiura had Hirano pinned against the wall, palm propped right above his shoulder. Judging from the sweet, soapy scent radiating off of him, he’d just returned from his bath.
“It’s kabedon!”
“Kabedon…?”
“Yes!” He spoke in a matter of fact, eyes blown innocently wide. “It’s when you pin your lover to a wall! I saw it in a manga and wanted to try it.”
Unfortunately, Hirano already knew what kabedon was. He could vaguely recall Miyano mentioning it before and shuddered. The thought of it being concomitant with whatever BL nonsense his kouhai constantly obsessed over (and that he tried to avoid, mind you!) sent shivers down his spine.
Pause, a manga…?
“Kagi-kun, what manga?”
“Eh? Just this one sports’ manga a teammate lent me…” He scrutinized Hirano’s shoulders, then face, Kagiura’s own resembling a question mark. “…What’s wrong?”
His shoulders had tensed up, he realized after following his gaze. He relaxed them, breathing out a relieved sigh. “Nah, forget it.”
(The chances of Kagiura picking up a BL manga out of nowhere were unlikely, but never zero, and in that unlikely scenario, he’d like to beat the shit out of whatever audacious brat influenced him to. If something was going to defile his innocent Kagi-kun, it sure as hell wouldn’t be a nasty BL manga.)
“So… you done?”
Kagiura tilted his head, stupidly. “Done?”
“Well, you’ve got me pinned to the wall now, yeah?” He jabbed a finger into Kagiura’s chest. “So perhaps you should let me go.”
The aforementioned seemed to turn this around in his head for a moment, before settling on a response; “Mmm, no.”
“Kagi-kun, I gotta get ready for my bath.”
“Where were you while I washed up?”
“Kagi-kun.”
A pout. “Oh, come ooon. It’s still the second years’ time slot. We’ve got tiiime!”
Hirano could only sigh in exasperation. There was no winning against Kagiura, so he gave in, relaxed, moving his hand up to tousle his lover’s hair out of habit. It was soft and still slightly damp from being washed.
“Just had a chat with the dorm manager, nothin’ out of the ordinary.”
Kagiura let out a happy little exhale, leaning into Hirano’s touch. “’Bout whaaat?”
“Stop slurring your words.” He suppressed a giggle at the little huff Kagiura let out. “Dumbass. I was just complaining about how needy you are, and how I’m worried you won’t be able to care for yourself once I move out, and—”
“Hirano-san, that’s so mean!!”
Hirano snickered, moving his hand to pinch Kagiura’s cheek, because he was irresistibly cute. “Pfft! I’m joking, I’m joking.”
At this, Kagiura’s face went beet red. He looked away, shyly. “And for the record, me being ‘needy’ is all your fault,” he mumbled.
“Ha? Care to repeat that?”
“Nooo way—ahhh!!” Kagiura received a blow to his forearm, said blow inflicted by Hirano’s palm. “You’re so violent!!”
“You tryna start a fight, eh?” Hirano tried pushing him off, but Kagiura didn’t budge. “You’re too heavy, dammit! Get off of me!”
“I’m not heavy,” Kagiura challenged. “I’m just stronger than you, which is why I’m such a natural at kabedon.”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Hirano scoffed, an infuriating sparkle present in his eyes (Kagiura loved it). Challenge accepted. “You’re just feeling all high and mighty because you haven’t seen what I’m capable of yet.”
It was a childish quarrel, this they both knew. Some kind of mutual courtship ritual they liked to practice every now and then.
Against Hirano’s own judgement…God forbid a loving couple flirt, albeit a bit peculiarly.
“Okay, bring it on, then!”
Their foreheads met, eyes locked in a heated stare-down. Eyelash fluttered against eyelash. Nose touched nose, exercising some kind of challenge of their own. Then Hirano charged.
And pushed.
Kagiura—unfavorably less prepared than planned—stumbled backwards with a yelp. Hirano turned them both over, effectively slamming his hands on each side of the taller as his back hit the wall. Kagiura was caged between his arms, face red and startled. Hirano grinned, victorious. “Told ya!”
“Uh, Hirano-san, I think—”
“Nopes! No excuses! I won!” Hirano felt smug as he took one of Kagiura’s hands, which was flailing hopelessly around, and secured it tightly to the wall.
“That’s not—urgh.” Kagiura rubbed his face with his free hand, exasperated. “The wall, Hirano-san! The wall!”
“The hell you mean ‘the wall’––”
CREAK.
Hirano’s mouth clicked shut. Kagiura’s eyes went wide. Neither of them moved.
Then, for a moment, silence.
A silence that didn’t have time to break before the wall did.
It collapsed beneath them, years of dust and grime from the building’s construction days exploding into a thick, gray cloud around them as they both crashed to the floor, coughing non-stop. They tumbled around like a children’s ball cylinder toy, desperately searching for air.
It took a moment, but they managed to escape the dust eruption site, both boys heaving for air.
“Shit,” Hirano wheezed. He’d somehow kept his position from earlier, except they had maneuvered to the floor now, which meant he hadn’t only beat Kagiura in terms of kabedon, but in yukadon as well. “I’ve always known the walls here were thin, but this…-”
“Hirano?”
Both Hirano and Kagiura’s heads snapped up, meeting the astonished gaze of the dorm head, whose eyes were remarkably wide open despite usually being shut. Beside him, stood his roommate, Yashiro, who looked like he’d seen a ghost (which likely wasn’t too far off, with how much dust was covering their faces). Both of them were frozen in place, eyes moving between Hirano, Kagiura, their interlocked hands, and their current position, which was unjustifiably compromising.
Then Hanzawa seemed to ease up a bit, eyebrows twitching as he put on a tight smile. “Hirano. Kagiura. I think we need to have a talk about maintaining propriety in the dorms. As well as…” His finger hovered around a bit, gesturing towards the mess that was currently a deflated dust storm and a giant hole in the wall. ”Whatever this… is.”
Hirano knew it was going to be a long night.