I was bored when I wrote this.
Love Bite
Ootoir was a good violin player, first chair in fact. He would practice all the time, in the morning when there was no tennis practice and after practice in his dorm; that he shared with Shishido.
Ootoir got back to his dorm late one night from violin practice. He put his case on a near by table and laid down on the couch with his head in Shishido's lap.
"Seems like you had a long day of practice? Huh?"
"Yeah." Ootoir said softly, closing his eyes.
Shishido ran his fingers through Ootoir's hair where he rolled his head and reviled a red bruise on his neck.
At first, he didn't want to say anything about it, but soon come to realize that it was not his to begin with.
Nervously with a little angry in his eyes, Shishido asked;
"Who gave you that mark, Choutarou?"
"No one Shishido-san, it's from practicing the violin too much. There's nothing to worry about."
Next day at school, Ootoir walked down the hall to go to tennis practice. He noticed guys glaring at him and girls were pointing, giggling, and snickering at him. Even some of the club members were giggling at him as he interred the locker room. Ootoir knew what they were staring at, but he sighed and ignored it.
Ootoir had taken off his shirt when Jirou, who popped out nowhere behind him next to his shoulder, asked whispering loudly;
"Ootoir, who gave you that hickey? Did Shishido give it too you?"
Ootoir and Shishido lightly blushed as the rest of the regular glanced at them.
"No Jirou-senpai, I got this while practicing the violin, from the pressure of the chin rest.
"That happen to me before." Oshitari added.
Jirou double blinked his eyes and turn toward Shishido; pointing at his neck.
"Shishido do you play the violin?"
Still blushing.
"No."