Summary: Mitsui ponders the exact reason why he came back. Of course, that
would include Kogure.
Warnings: Shounen-ai. Yaoi-ish.
[The exact reason]
Mitsui never knew the exact reason why he came back.
Sure, Anzai sensei played a big part, but there was always something else. Something that continually pulled him back; the same something that digs at him in a funny manner whenever Kogure smiled at him.
Mitsui wasn't the smartest person in the world, but he knew Innocence when he saw it.
Kogure was Innocence.
He was everything that Mitsui wasn't, and will never be.
Which was why, Mitsui supposed, he was so fascinated by him.
Not as if there was any other reasons.
Really.
Still.
That doesn't hide the fact that Mitsui woke up in his own bed one morning with Kogure next to him. Clothing strewn all over the small room that smelt faintly of morning air, Kogure and sex.
It was nice.
Nice to wake up in the morning with Kogure next to him, glasses on the box that made a poor imitation of a table. Nice to wake up in a room smelling of Kogure and sex. Nice to see Kogure's face the first thing in the morning, sleeping, ever so peaceful. Nice to sleep in the bed smelling of Kogure. Who actually smelt faintly of lavender and ivory soap.
Nice.
Maybe Kogure was the reason.
The reason why Mitsui was willing to throw away his pride and come back.
Come back to basketball.
Anzai sensei.
And Kogure.
..::owari::..
[The exact reason]
Mitsui never knew the exact reason why he came back.
Sure, Anzai sensei played a big part, but there was always something else. Something that continually pulled him back; the same something that digs at him in a funny manner whenever Kogure smiled at him.
Mitsui wasn't the smartest person in the world, but he knew Innocence when he saw it.
Kogure was Innocence.
He was everything that Mitsui wasn't, and will never be.
Which was why, Mitsui supposed, he was so fascinated by him.
Not as if there was any other reasons.
Really.
Still.
That doesn't hide the fact that Mitsui woke up in his own bed one morning with Kogure next to him. Clothing strewn all over the small room that smelt faintly of morning air, Kogure and sex.
It was nice.
Nice to wake up in the morning with Kogure next to him, glasses on the box that made a poor imitation of a table. Nice to wake up in a room smelling of Kogure and sex. Nice to see Kogure's face the first thing in the morning, sleeping, ever so peaceful. Nice to sleep in the bed smelling of Kogure. Who actually smelt faintly of lavender and ivory soap.
Nice.
Maybe Kogure was the reason.
The reason why Mitsui was willing to throw away his pride and come back.
Come back to basketball.
Anzai sensei.
And Kogure.
..::owari::..