prompt: hamanaka, akahoshi; making out is easier than punching out; pg-13
"So here's the part I just can't figure out," said Akahoshi, randomly, when they were sitting in Hamanaka's bedroom sharing a math textbook.
"Huh?" managed Hamanaka, intelligently.
"We have a team full of badass sempai," said Akahoshi, consderingly, "and the one you choose to follow around like a puppy dog is Hiratsuka? Is there even a brain in that head of yours?" He flopped back on Hamanaka's bed, holding the textbook up high above his face and scowling bad-naturedly at the algebra.
Hamanaka, who was even now attempting to decipher some English for Mayumi-sensei's class, turned and scowled at Akahoshi (who was pointedly ignoring him). "Because you're one to talk," he said, after a moment of consideration.
"What do you mean?" asked Akahoshi suspiciously.
"Of all of the sempai you decide you'd follow to hell and back you pick the captain? He's a crybaby!"
"Don't talk bad about Mikoshiba-sempai," said Akahoshi, sitting up and glaring down at Hamanaka.
Hamanaka scowled back up at him. "Then don't make fun of Hiratsuka-sempai!" he retorted.
"He's insane!"
"He's awesome!"
"I think our definitions of awesome are different, because in my world I'm awesome and Hiratsuka-sempai is not!"
"You're just---jealous!"
"Of what?"
"Of--of his pride and determination!"
"To fail miserably at everything?"
"You asshole--" Hamanaka tackled Akahoshi, and things very quickly deteriorated after that, only ending when Akahoshi sat on Hamanaka and threatened to smash his face in with the algebra textbook.
Hamanaka shoved the textbook out of his face and glared, annoyed, up at Akahoshi. "Can you get the hell off of me?" he asked, staring at his window. The air had gotten--weird.
"Yeah," said Akahoshi, laughing nervously and sitting next to him, feet drawn up and knees at his chest. "...sorry."
"So'm I," answered Hamanaka, hauling himself up, "but damn you're heavy!"
"I'm tall!" pointed out Akahoshi.
"I didn't call you fat," said Hamanaka, rolling his eyes.
"Good, that's your deal," said Akahoshi with an evil smirk.
Somehow Hamanaka was getting the sinking feeling Akahoshi liked the fighting parts.
So Hamanaka decided to change things up; instead of punching Akahoshi, he dragged him down by the front of his t-shirt and kissed the shit out of him. Akahoshi froze up for a moment before he set about kissing Hamanaka as savagely as he hit him.
At the end of the day? This solution was so much easier.