Prompt: In a good mood
A/N: One of the perks of shipping SouMomo is that you get to abuse his chirpier-than-fluttering-birds demeanor care of the little ball of sunshiny delight to your heart's content. Enjoy!
Sousuke is utterly, genuinely convinced that there was something wrong with his face.
It's intact. The set of his eyes, brows and eyelids are complete, ears are in place, nose still a protruding bridge at the center of his face, jaws and facial structures undented and prominent as ever. But he can feel that something is wide of the mark.
His teammates must have caught on with whatever is going on with him: a few wear frowns, eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets as they followed his trail to the changing rooms; some have their eyebrows shoot so high, it touched their hairlines; others with the tiniest smirks on their faces coupled by a curt nod—knowing, teasing—what they know and will tease about, he has zero idea.
This morning has been uneventful. He had stick to his daily routine of waking up, eating a hearty meal for breakfast, a few meter run around the campus for warm-up, then back to the dorms to fish his school and club thingamajigs, where he will then make a trip to the pool for morning practice.
The only out-of-the-ordinary encounter he had experience on the way is Momo trailblazing back to the direction of his room, wailing for his swim trunks and his attendance at the top of his lungs. Sousuke obligingly stays the opposing lane to avoid being trampled over by the rendering thunderbolt.
To his surprise, Momo slides to his side of the hallway to block, rises on tiptoes and places a chaste kiss on his unsuspecting lips until he summons enough courage to grab Sousuke by the shoulders and press closer. They are getting used to this little routine, wherein Sousuke obliges, bending his neck so that their noses bumped, their foreheads touched.
What he probably won't get used to is the silly expression Momo wears after: his eyes glazed with an unfamiliar sheen of tenderness, his expression relaxed, and on his lips the goofiest smile Sousuke has ever seen; and the bubbling glee rising from his chest knowing that he is exactly the reason for that silly expression.
A giggle disrupts him from his daily musings, and Sousuke turns to give the perpetrator a probing.
Aiichirou slides him a shy glance, squirming on his feet, unsure if he should tell his senpai what the commotion is all about. Finally, with a nervous chuckle, Aiichirou points out the obvious, "You're smiling, senpai."
Oh
Sousuke takes a moment to touch his lips, the contours of which skimmed upward in favor of a smile. He massages his face, stretching his cheeks and forehead to smooth the lines where the creases formed and his dimples dipped.
After a few ministrations, confident that he had somehow returned his expression to its usual pocker-face state, he dares to ask, "Is it gone?"
Aiichirou shakes his head, biting his lips, and hands him a pocket mirror so Sousuke can see the image of Momo's silly expression reflected over his own entire face.