Title: Jealousy
Author: Anchansan
Pairing: ShinoxItsuki
Notes: Written for the 30kisses challenge on LiveJournal. Theme #4: our distance and that person.


Shino was running as fast as he could, breath hitching, eyes burning with sharp, red-hot pricks at the retina, through the sprawling weeds and stinging nettles that had overgrown the countryside near his school. His foot caught on something, perhaps a pothole, and he went crashing to the ground. His face would be covered in stings, he realised vaguely, and his ankle hurt, but he couldn't really bring himself to care. The long, yellow-brown grass prickled his stomach through his school shirt and he could hear the insects buzzing around his head, but he didn't get up.

"Fujikake-kun?" A boy's voice cut through the soft droning, not very far away. Shino clenched his jaw shut and squeezed his nose between finger and thumb, willing his well-intentioned classmate to get lost. He should have been more careful, leaving campus.

I am the earth, he chanted mentally. I am as the dirt under your feet.

"Huh. Guess he must've gone home," muttered the other boy, obviously not bothered enough to continue the search properly. "Lucky –" His voice faded away into the distance as he turned on his heel with a soft crunching of grass and headed back to the school buildings.

Shino let out a long sigh of relief and let his forehead drop to the ground, not caring if his face was dirty. He closed his eyes and very deliberately did not think of Itsuki Kagami. He didn't want to think of how the other boy had been less than half an hour before, flushed in the cheeks, lips kiss-bruised and his head flung back to reveal a long, pale throat as Motogawa-senpai kissed his way down it before sucking, ever so lightly, on Itsuki's pulse point. He didn't want to think of the low moan that had vibrated along that throat before slipping from Itsuki's mouth into the semi-darkness of the supply closet. Didn't want to think of the way Itsuki's back had arched, the way the gasps had almost been torn from his body, or the way that that moan hadn't sounded so much like "Motogawa-senpai" that Shino couldn't fool himself into dreaming that it was "Fujikake…"

He raised a clenched fist and slammed it into the ground above his head. He was sick and tired of deluding himself.