Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me.
Notes: Fluff-ish, boy and boy kissing, swearing (blame Shishido)
Bleh, I dunno. I just randomly decided to type this up, so there is no draft copy of it and it wasn't even planned out. ( xD ) I was just bored and wanted to write some Shishido&Ohtori fluff before going to bed.
Pairing: Shishido and Ohtori (Silver Pair)
The bell rang, signaling for lunch break to start at Hyotei Gakuen. One Shishido Ryou could be found sitting outside, under the shade of a Cherry Blossom tree waiting for his doubles partner and friend to come and meet him like they do every Tuesday lunch time since they have break at the same time.
Shishido couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face when he saw Ohtori running up to him, bag in hand and an apologetic smile on his face.
"Ah, sorry I'm late, Shishido-san." Ohtori apologized as he sat next to his sempai, "I hope you weren't waiting too long, I just got caught up talking to my classmates." The silver haired second year explained.
"Nah not really," Shishido lied. He is usually the first one out of his classroom on Tuesday's and Friday's when it comes to lunch because he got to see his beloved Ohtori, so in all truth he had been there for about fifteen minuets. Okay, he's not 'my beloved Ohtori' Shishido thought, shaking his head lightly, we're just friends, if I was to tell him my feeling towards him, he would probably get scared. He mentally nodded to himself at that, as he took a bite out of his apple. He'd get scared and it's against his religion.Shishido's lips twitched down.. Damn religion.
"-and, well, everyone has been bothering me about this person and how I should just tell them I like them, but…" Ohtori trailed off. "Can I ask you something, Shishido-san?" he asked politely.
Shishido blinked a couple of times, before figuring out that he was too busy cursing Ohtori's religion that he didn't hear any of what the taller boy said.
"Ah, sure, why not?" he said with a reassuring bite of his apple.
Ohtori smiled and looked ahead of him, like he was waiting. Shishido looked at him and swallowed the apple, he looked ahead to where the younger was staring and then back at said boy. Ohtori looked at Shishido through the corner of his eye and the brown-haired boy couldn't help but think Ohtori looked liked he was planning something. Something to do with him…
So when he found Ohtori leaning over with his lips pressed firmly against his, he couldn't do anything except stare wide-eyed at his friend.
The kiss lasted about three seconds but in Shishido's mind it seemed to last an eternity. Ohtori was blushing madly and quickly turned around and packed his lunch mess into his bag, not daring to say anything, or even look, at his dumbstruck sempai.
Shishido was watching Ohtori pack his lunch and looked at the grass where he dropped his apple. "Ohtori," he mumbled, running a hand through his short brown hair.
Ohtori didn't answer him; he didn't even look at him.
Shishido frowned and repeated himself, louder this time, "Ohtori!"
Ohtori winced slightly and stood up, turning around he smiled weakly at Shishido, a slight blush still on his checks. "Gomen, sempai, but I have my answer now." And with that, he bowed his head slightly before walking off.
Shishido stared at Ohtori's retreating form and couldn't get that image of Ohtori smiling at him, but with tear filled eyes out of his head.
"Shit," Shishido cursed himself as he quickly grabbed his bag and ran after Ohtori, he turned the corner and saw Ohtori walking further up ahead of him,Damn him and his long legs! Shishido thought, "Ohtori!" he called out, just before the silver haired junior went into the corridor, leading towards the music classrooms, Ohtori's next class.
Shishido dodged a few students and a teacher, looking down at his watch he noted that there was only five minutes left of break, he broke into a dash, crashing open the corridor door, "Ohtori!" he called out again. Nearly everyone in the corridor looked at him, nearly, all except Ohtori himself; he was busy trying to get away.
Shishido growled as Ohtori opened up the door to the music room, before he walked in Shishido tried the last thing on his list to stop Ohtori from locking him out.
"Choutarou!" he called out.
This made the silver haired youth stop in the door way, he turned around, only to be pushed inside but a grumpy brown haired sempai who locked the door behind him. "For Christ-sakes, Choutarou, can't you just stop and listen to what I have to say!?" Shishido yelled at him, thankful the music room was soundproof.
Ohtori stared at his sempai before turning around and walking towards the piano, once he put his bag down he felt someone grab his wrist and turn him around, but he didn't dare look at Shishido, instead, he turned his head to the side and looked out the window. Oh look, a bird. He thought to himself, ignoring Shishido as he talked about whatever it was he was talking about.
"Ohtori, are you even listening to me?" Shishido asked. He wasn't yelling anymore, in fact he was mumbling and was blushing quite a nice shade of red. But Ohtori decided to ignore that too.
When Shishido didn't receive a reply from the taller boy, he let go of his arm and grabbed his shirt instead, Ohtori, expecting to get punched or hit, closed his eyes tightly that a tear fell down.
"Why do you have to be so damn tall?" Shishido whispered under his breath, Ohtori was surprised he even heard it. He opened his eyes and turned to face Shishido, only to get lips planted on his.
Ohtori stared at Shishido when he pulled back, who was even redder than before, before he quickly swooped down and re-captured his lips in another kiss.
Shishido was sure his lips were going to be bruised after this, but in all honesty, he didn't give a rat's ass. He let his grip go on Ohtori's shirt when the younger circled his arms around his waist, and moved them up around his neck. He pulled back slightly and whispered, "What about your religion, what would your parents think."
Ohtori closed the gap between them for a split second in a chaste kiss, "I don't care," he mumbled, his lips brushing against Shishido's. Shishido grinned and pressed his lips against Ohtori's again, when he brushed his tongue against Ohtori's bottom lip, the silver haired junior squeaked and pulled back, covering his mouth with both hands. Shishido chuckled and dropped his arms back to his side, "Did you just squeak?" he asked with a smile on his face.
Ohtori blushed pushed Shishido away playfully, "Be quiet," he mumbled as he straightened up his shirt.
Shishido chuckled again, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, Chou-ta-rou"
Ohtori looked at Shishido with his eyes slightly wide, no one, apart from his family, called him Choutarou, but he quickly decided that he liked it coming from Shishido.
Shishido caught the shock look and then the smile and tip toed to get another kiss from Ohtori who gladly accepted. And this time didn't squeak when Shishido ran his tongue over his bottom lip again.
Much to Shishido's disappointment, of course, because he thought it was cute.
When they heard the door trying to be pulled open, they quickly jumped away from each other and stared at the door with wide eyes. They heard someone mumble something about 'stupid doors' and 'stupid locks', Ohtori was the first to recover from the shock of almost getting caught and quickly dragged Shishido onto the seat in front of the piano. Shishido looked at him for awhile before Ohtori started playing out a tune, after a couple of notes, the door swung open and Ohtori's music teacher was standing there, coffee in one hand, a bunch of papers in the other.
"Now you try," Ohtori said, trying to ignore his teacher.
"Ah… Okay," Shishido replied, but before he even got his hands ready to play the teacher was already talking.
"Oh! Ohtori, it's just you! Are you helping your friend learn piano? Gosh that's very nice," she said as she walked over to her desk, "but you know class is almost starting so you might want to head to your own class, now." She concluded. "For a minute I thought you were Oshitari and his friend from tennis. They like to come in here and..." The teacher trailed off with a slightly pink face.
Shishido wearily stood up from the seat, glad the teacher didn't finish off whatever she was saying about his team mates, he walked to the door and grabbed his bag that he threw aside when he came in, and he turned around and looked at Ohtori with a smile. "See you at practice," Shishido said with a smile, "Choutarou." he added on.
"Yeah! Can't wait," Ohtori said with a grin.
Shishido bowed at Ohtori's music teacher and headed out of the classroom with a smirk dancing on his lips.
I can't wait, either.