Note: Well since The Night Owl Is Addicted keeps writing such wonderful fic for this lovely pair, I figured I had better finally upload something for these two!
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Boys hadn't held too much interest for Taiga. The majority of them had no sense of fashion, and frankly didn't even care about shoes, let alone any of the other numerous topics on which Taiga considered himself an expert("Too girly!" they'd say). So Taiga stuck with girls, who were more than happy to go shopping all day, who especially loved when he insisted on buying them whatever he thought they'd look simply adorable in. He spent a lot of money on his girls.
He'd been through eight girlfriends by his last year of high school. One had encouraged him to join the track team in freshman year, so he had, and several girlfriends and two years later, another had encouraged him to go out for football. And the football team got their own cheerleaders besides. It didn't really matter that Misaki didn't have a top team; it'd be easier for him to be the star player, then.
The games had been...easy. Like, ridiculously easy. And the rules? He'd memorised them in a day. Same with all the positions and plays. Well, almost, he wasn't perfect, okay? Not like he'd admit to that. He really hadn't been surprised when Misaki started winning all their games since he joined. He'd been even less surprised when they went to the nationals. The Wolves were awesome, of course they'd win.
The idea that the other teams might be better never really crossed his mind, it really hadn't. Up until the game with Seibu, he'd really thought that they'd win the tournament. It'd taken a thorough trouncing to squash those notions.
But still...after that, it wasn't like he was upset about losing. He should have been; everyone else was. He was seventeen, a third year, this was his first and last tournament of his high school career. But...he simply didn't care. He hadn't even been playing to win. He'd been playing to make himself look good. But that was only half of the equation.
The other half was simply Kaitani Riku. He was fast; faster than Kamiya who had a 40 yard sprint of 4.6 seconds(which he'd bragged about, loudly), and stronger too. And he was undeniably cute.
Smaller(but bulkier) than Kamiya, with that adorable fluffy white hair and that confident smirk. Kamiya had never wanted a boy more in his life. And when Kamiya wanted something, he went out of his way to get it. He had to have a plan.
He got Kaitani's number right after that match, having rushed to dress and shower so he could catch him before he left the stadium. Turned out he didn't have to worry, the cute running back had wanted to stay for the third game of the day. So he'd sweet talked and flirted and eventually ended up sitting beside Riku for the whole of the White Knights game, but he really couldn't have told you who won because his entire attention had been on the younger player, studying his every movement, commiting it all to memory(and taking a picture or two with his cell phone's camera).
He doesn't remember anything about the game, but afterwards he insists it was the best one he's ever seen. His defeat earlier doesn't even weigh on his mind, barely registers because he returns to his hotel room because he's got his number, Riku's phone number, sitting snugly in his cell phone's phonebook. And of course he'd call Riku first thing tomorrow, ask him out, and if he said no? He'd call the next day, and the day after that, because Kamiya always got what he wanted.