Blind Go 2 fic. This is the fixed version that didn't get entered...'cause I had a bit of a slip up at the last possible second. :)
Hikaru no GO isn't mine.
Isumi's fingers shake a little as he places stones with his right hand and consults a smudged sheet of kifu with his left. His gaze occasionally wanders to the room's other occupant before quickly shifting back to the board in front of him with renewed interest. He has always prided himself on his self-control.
The room's only two windows are open in a futile attempt to catch some errant breeze, and the muted sound of midday Tokyo traffic mingles with the steady drone of the AC unit.
Waya is sprawled out on the floor, lazy and quiet and far too distracting to risk paying any attention to. Isumi adopts this mentality with self-preservation in mind, but somehow can't resist just one last glance at his companion. It seems Waya's just taken some iced juice cubes with little toothpicks stuck in them out of the small refrigerator that graces his otherwise spartan apartment. And it seems Waya is doing something so ridiculously sensual with the cubes that it borders on being comical. Isumi drops the whole pretense of disinterest in favor of staring at Waya as the younger pro runs an ice cube in circles against his moist, entirely too-pouty mouth. He swallows thickly.
Feeling his best friend's heated gaze, Waya glances up and quirks an amused eyebrow. "What's your problem, 'Sumi? You want some of this?"
Isumi heaves a long-suffering sigh, discards the kifu with a flick of the wrist, and makes his move.
It was practically an invitation, afterall.
That's it.
