It was a story about deceit. Or whatever.
Strange gentle bore Kiminobu Kogure was supposed to keep the gymnasium shipshape because the captain was gone early applying for college. It was no longer unclean but he was adamant at keeping it sterile at its literal sense and so strolled towards the locker room for some disinfectants. He has told his dearest he'd be home early though.
Acute dribbles of the showers resounded together with those seemingly odd noises. Kogure metamorphosed holden Caulfield (1) as his hearing prophesized familiar voices rasped by the endlessness of the night; he was mute as his consciousness affixed his body by the doors of the locker room in apprehension that he might be caught eavesdropping and all. At a span not more than a second he mulled over decisions of opening the door or prying; rationally but intuitively he shelved composure and kept on listening. He was supposed to keep the gymnasium sterile but it seems like the bore has forgotten all about it.
Peculiar sounds turned rhythmic, almost teasing the chocolate-eyed; in a spool of a heartbeat it was no denying now that Kogure heard Mitsui groan agitated almost persuasive in sexual realms. In a resolve to unearth truth he thus tried to touch the doorknob but was reminded of his fear when he heard Rukawa whisper lucid enough for the vice-captain's ears.
"Fuck me raw."
A portrait of the shooting guard and rookie in their own lustful confidence materialized in front of Kogure and he was deaf; as his eyes roamed roundabout the miniature cavity at the doorknob's keyhole his four other senses stopped functioning. Skidding grief later he nonetheless closed his eyes but still felt like seeing and fully sentient of the erotic canvas by the locker room; even a blink he wasn't closing his eyes after all but only a desire to close it. Moans started to journey and there was Mitsui beaming; gulps of air started raising like it were loud verbalizations and two blue-eyed boys broke off, vigilant yet instantaneous, and Kogure ran to hide.
Mitsui's head darted quickly and his ability to see jerked traveling the empty gymnasium. Exasperated yet substantiated sighs took flight from the blue-black haired and the door closed; or so he thought. Kogure came running to flee but there was no declining now and thus degenerate the painful urge to see the dreamy animal appetites of both Shohoku players.
By then the door was slightly ajar and the chocolate-eyed could see it all, the naked glory of Mitsui thrusting inside Rukawa whose face was filled with emotions that manifested only once in Kogure's life; the raven-haired mouthed Mitsui's name and craved more and the other surely granted the wish.
Kogure heeded and kept an eye, vision against earshot. A loud brutish wheeze took off from Mitsui's mouth and there their bodies lay into clenched ones; unexplored depths were discovered as the two kissed feverishly. What music and art were sex to Kogure it was an irrefutable debate as his eyes finally closed; skin touching skin and two blue-eyed basketball players' dusted perspiration and cupidity to Kogure's perspective at that.
Shunning any more impairment Kogure decided to go. Remote difficulty refrained him to do so and he didn't know why it was difficult; in most cases it should rather be easy walking out away from any more turncoats of love. And he besides could just cuff the door up and walk straight and at one-glance kill them both, sauntering from a threadbare ego and gust everything away at his touch. With bodies entwined Kogure stared long enough to replay it over his mind; it was obscure yet the chocolate-eyed found it rather amazing, symptoms starting to boil in the end: insanity.
Time beckoned twenty minutes and with a more determined mind and body Kogure left the gymnasium with a loud thud on one of its doors. It didn't matter if he's been heard, his worth all along construed in disrespect and mockery.
Note: (1) A reference from Salinger's 'Catcher in the Rye' and the character's symbolism.