A/N: I wanted to write a SanaKiri story because I adore these two as a pairing. Well, them and Trick pair and SanaNiou and I'd like to see a SanadaxKiriharaxNiou threesome but I doubt I will anytime soon. SanaKiri doesn't get any love so I went and wrote a nice little story for them. Stupid has been in my head for weeks and I'm finally getting to write/type it out. So, I now present to you, It Makes no Sense!
Sanada groaned mentally to himself. Why didn't he tell Seiichi that he was busy today? Why did he tell him that he was free? Why did he agree to take Kirihara to his doctor's appointment? The second year had always been a nuisance to him; following Niou around and tricking innocent people, terrorizing teachers, injuring the non-regulars. Sanada was always the one that was told of Kirihara's latest antic and he was the one to punish him. So, why did he agree? Sanada had no answer to his question.
Going through the regular check-up was easy. Sanada just had to sit and listen to Kirihara and his doctor talk about exercise, if he was eating right, and other things. It was all rather simple until the doctor pulled out a thin hospital robe and told Kirihara to strip down, except for his underwear, when he left.
Sanada could feel his face start to heat up as Kirihara removed his shirt. For a second year, Kirihara held a lot of muscle on his body. Tugging his cap lower, Sanada diverted his eyes as Kirihara removed his pants. There was no way he had a crush on his kouhai. He was only blushing because they were in a secluded space and….the air conditioner stopped working. Yeah, the air conditioner stopped working. That's why he was feeling so hot.
When the doctor returned they began a more…..detailed inspection of Kirihara's body. In order to keep his emotions under control, Sanada kept his eyes on his hands. It didn't matter if the doctor was going to rape the second year, Sanada wasn't going to look up or move until Kirihara was back in his clothes.
Finally, the torture ended, for Sanada that is, and his kouhai was back in his clothes. Now all they had to do was leave and-Wait, the second year needed a shot. Joy, more time with Akaya. But as they waited for the doctor to return with the needle, Sanada noticed that Kirihara was….scared. He was literally shaking in his seat.
"Kirihara," Kirihara jumped when Sanada spoke but he quickly recovered and looked at him," if you want, when you getting your shot, you can hold my hand if you want." Tugging his hat lower, Sanada tried to hide the growing blush on his face.
Feeling a warm hand clasp onto his, Sanada knew that his kouhai had appreciated the offer and took it before Sanada could withdraw it.
The doctor returned quickly and, after cleaning the skin, proceeded to give Kirihara his shot. And, for the second time that day, Sanada entered hell. The muscles that Sanada had been admiring earlier were squeezing the life from his hand and, when it was over, Kirihara still didn't let go and Sanada had to pry the hand off.
As they walked out of the doctor's office, Sanada being forced to pay for the doctor's appointment since he was Kirihara's "father", the poor third year still had no idea why he agreed to chaperone his kouhai for his appointment. It didn't make any sense.