Yukata
A Slam Dunk fan fiction
"So what if Shohoku's basketball team just started getting back on its feet this year? We've been doing damn well to deserve a higher ranking on this stupid magazine!"
The C ranking really rankled him. Kogure didn't bother giving reasons to justify the rank, merely settling back to enjoy listening to Mitsui's voice.
Mitsui stretched in his yukata, flopping back on the pillows. He looked good, so much that Kogure couldn't keep his eyes off the other player when he's in the court. Even now Kogure couldn't help staring as Mitsui settled down on his futon.
"Kogure."
Mitsui had caught him staring. He looked away, embarrassed. "What is it?" he asked, flustered.
"Oh, nothing." And he had to leave it at that. Mitsui rambled again about Shohoku's lower ranking compared to Kainan and Toyoyama, but this time he was distracted, talking just for the sake of talking. Kogure couldn't look at him again, so he pretended to be packing his bag. When everything was quiet he turned back, he found Mitsui regarding him intensely. "What?"
"You - " and then Mitsui trailed off in a mumble. He'd never heard the self-assured Mitsui talk that way. It did something restive to his stomach. This was the second time - whatever Mitsui had in mind had got to be important.
"I what?" he asked, his voice hushed. He was afraid to break this silence. Mitsui turned over, idly flipping through his magazine yet again. Kogure looked down at his hands, deciding it was high time to call it a night.
"I'm going to sleep."
"So early. Stay up with me. Hell, we can even wait up for Akagi, just in case he gets lost." Mitsui smiled, as if the thought was just too funny to be true.
Kogure didn't think he could take any more without doing something incredibly stupid. Something that involved kissing, and touching, and totally out of his alley. "I'm too tired to stay up, and we've got to wake up early tomorrow."
"Suit yourself." Mitsui didn't seem to mind his refusal much, Kogure thought, chagrined. He lay down on his futon and pulled up his blankets.
"Hey Kogure."
"What?"
"You look good in a yukata."
Kogure turned over to Mitsui's side and removed his glasses. He was grinning.
"So do you."
-end Yukata-
Written by zk 2005. Ah, soon after I posted this I found out that a friend has a fetish for yukata.