"I don't think so and in fact, I'm so sure I don't want to I'd rather shove a bepsi can up my ass."
"It was just a question, don't worry about it if it offends you so much." Eyes narrowed Arakita was unsure what to think about the situation. It was weird enough that his taciturn captain was taking a interest in his ex rival and Arakita's sometimes college study buddy Kinjou. The two had history, he knew that but to go as far as acting as a massager for the lovey dovey pair was hell, especially as his own unrequited feelings for his captain were still unfulfilled.
"Ever heard of a thing called the internet? Just send them online like normal people." Shaking his head, hand still out stretched, Fukutomi didn't budge.
"Please," he said simply. "I don't trust anyone but you." That was a low blow, low enough to make the all rounder blush and snatch the note from his hand.
"Don't ask me to do it again. Fucking stupid anyway."
Hands crammed in his pockets, the slender man slumped back in his seat. The busy, little cafe on the south side of Kyoto was clean and cheap. Everything university students needed and with generous servings Arakita was usually very happy to meet up with his ex captain on the few, rare visits he made. And to have the whole experience spoiled because the bleach blonde wanted to be romantic. What a pain in the ass.
Their lunch all but dragged by after that. The road wolf was in such a bad mood all be wanted to do was curl up into a ball and sleep. But unfortunately his two and a half hour train ride back to Tokyo had other ideas. Folded unhappily into his seat and watching the scenery fly by outside, he could almost feel that stupid love note burning a hole through his pocket.
Maybe he should just toss it away and say he lost it on the journey home. Fukutomi would be trusting enough to believe him, but it would leave Arakita himself feeling incredibly guilty. When did he become people? He thought sourly. Putting his feet up on the seat of the chair opposite him and not caring for the rules and possible fine, his bad mood could radiate throughout the whole train carriage for all he cared? Stupid love notes and stupid men were a bane and everyone should suffer.
He'd been dreading his upcoming meeting with Kinjou as if he was getting the plague. It was stupid of course, he knew it wasn't the man's fault for his ex captain's behaviour, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Coming out of a lecture and checking his phone, the ominous message from Kinjou had him scowl.
Study session in the library Tuesday after lunch? I have one of the study booths booked. Have we been over AGD 345 in the book yet. Yes or no?
It would be rude to decline and their one on one study sessions were the only thing helping him scrape by in Industrial Physic. Plus it would the perfect opportunity to be rid of that stupid love letter and forget the entire affair. Texting him back as he moved on to his next class, Arakita sighed. The sooner he forgot about Fukutomi and moved on with his life the better.
No. See you then.
Passing through the library and glaring at every second person rushing past him, the dark haired all rounder made his way up to the second level, counting off the number of study booths until arriving at the number Kinjou had sent him. Not even bothering to knock he walked in and dropped his bag to the floor with a sigh.
"The sooner they get that elevator working again the better. I am so sick of walking up and down those stairs. I paid three hundred dollars for big ass books to study with not to break my back."
Looking up from his work book with a raised eyebrow, his study partner shrugged.
"If you have such an issue with it I suggest you take it up with the student council. I'm sure they'd be understanding." Tisking as he pulled up a chair and settled back against the wall, the road wolf shrugged.
"What would be too much effort for something that shouldn't even be my problem anyway."
"Then write an angry letter," the ex Souhoku rider replied.
"Get me a thesaurus and I will." Chuckling at his friend's tenacity, Kinjou gestured at the numbers on his book.
"I'm sure the library has one, but lets save it for later. Exercise three, what did you get for that?"
Settling down into the ease of study, his mind drifting from his personal concerns, it was easy to just focus on the equations, especially when he was getting a weekends worth of exercises done.
"How was Fukutomi?" Kinjou asked after a time, their final set of questions complete and a break being had.
Shoulders tense, head still bent low to his book, Arakita shrugged.
"He's fine, university keeping him busy." He didn't really want to talk about his old captain, especially not with Kinjou, but it wasn't his fault Fukutomi was being an ass. "He wanted you to have this too." Pushing the crumpled up note towards him, he readied to leave rather then sit around and watch another man read a love note from the man he loved.
"Oh finally, he was so paranoid about someone finding out. I swear all that ammonium has messed with his head." Shoving his books none too gently into his bag with a grunt, Arakita shrugged.
"He looks better as a brunette," he admitted sourly, please that it came out thoroughly disinterested rather then something he'd thought about alone and late at night.
"Did you want to have a look?" Frowning at the bespectacled man's question, Arakita's stomach churned in disgust. Did he want to rub their happiness in his face? The Souhoku rider wasn't stupid, surely he'd picked up some of the admiration that had filtered through his words whenever they concerned Fukutomi. Maybe Kinjou had a secret cruel side?
Glancing at the paper without really looking, the rider paused as he caught sight of his name. Why the hell would his name be in a love letter between the two stoic captains.
"Huh?" Kinjou to his merit took his confusion in his stride, explaining calmly to the obviously distressed man.
"It's the training routine he drew up for your old climber for his professional regime. He was so worried about someone hacking into his Facebook it he had to send it in person."
Snatching the crumpled paper from his hand, Arakita read through it cautiously. Surely Fukutomi wouldn't be that paranoid? His whole fear about aliens and tin foil hats was enough, this was just too stupid, even for him. Except that apparently it wasn't. Scanning the page, jaw slack, the road wolf shook his head. His ex captain really was that paranoid because a love letter it was not. In its place was a strict training regime he'd perfected for Toudou going into his professional team.
The numbers and diet held his interest for mere seconds as his sight was immediately drawn to his name circulating at the bottom of the page in the final paragraph.
Also thank you for keeping an eye on Yasutomo. I know he's a handful but he's an amazing racer and a loyal friend. I must admit I'm jealous you get to race with him, I miss him. He is strong.
Tossing the paper back at Kinjou as he turned to hide his blushing, the slender man grabbed his bag as he made for the door.
"Thank god Toudou has someone looking out for him. The air head would probably live on pasta without any direction otherwise." Picking up the regime and nodding, the ex Souhoku captain called after his classmate as he went to storm off down the stairs.
"We'll be using it in the coming semester so if you have any changes or ideas write them up now before I take it to the club." Giving him a short wave over his shoulder, Arakita was barely listening, his heart pounding as his chest felt light for the first time in days. Regime be damned there was only one thing he had to change about that letter and it started now with a text to his beloved.
I'm coming down this weekend. Make space.