"Ah it's almost 7…" Fukuda mumbled between gasps. Taking little notice of what might've been on the ground, Fukuda plopped down in the middle of the court's cold wooden floor, limbs carelessly splayed about. Following his teammate's example, Sendoh decided lay down next to the power forward. The cool floor felt unbelievably refreshing against their overheated, sweaty skin.
As exhaustion overtook his body, Fukuda added, "Wake me up in five minutes." With that, the normally tense boy was out in three seconds flat. Sendoh could only laugh. It was strange remembering how guarded and bitter Fukuda once was towards him, considering how much time they were spending together these days. Sure it was only because they had to practice with each other (about half of their team's plays were contingent on their teamwork), but at least now he and Fukuda were on good terms. Friends even. Well at least he liked to believe they were friends. Even if the melancholic boy was starting to open up to him he was still ridiculously hard to read.
Without even thinking, Sendoh found his directionless gaze had fallen upon Fukuda's features, and he couldn't help but linger there. He had always found Fukuda to be rather fascinating, both in terms of personality and looks. He supposed by conventional standards Fukuda wasn't very attractive. If Fujima and Rukawa's fangirls were any indication, the feminine look was in. But then what did that say about Sendoh Akira? He wasn't that girly looking was he? Certainly not as girly as those two right? Well at least he didn't have boy band hair, his haircut was much cooler…and spikier.
…A little like Fukuda's, actually, but less messy. And he supposed if pretty boys with swoopy hair were what girls were into, then it was really no mystery why Fukuda wasn't popular. The guy was the complete opposite of that (well, maybe not complete opposite, that would be Uozumi). Round face, squinty eyes, and lips that would make Angelina Jolie jealous. Not exactly what girls looked for in a guy. Though it certainly didn't bother him, as Sendoh found himself staring quite intensely at Fukuda's lips. Full…and soft looking. Funny how some women were willing to pay obscene amounts for such a feature and yet disparaged that same quality in a guy (especially with girly boys being so popular). Following the curve of his jaw line, Sendoh also couldn't help but notice how soft and boyish Fukuda's face was in contrast to his own sharp features. Unconventional sure, but Fukuda could never be ugly. Not to him anyways.
Face flushed red, Sendoh found himself leaning in closer, staring far more intently then he should've at his teammate. His unconscious teammate. His unconscious teammate who looked so damn peaceful he was practically begging for him to do something. Any other teammate would've played a prank on Fukuda. Of course, Sendoh would never do that…
But that didn't mean he wouldn't do anything at all. After taking one quick glance around to make sure no one was looking, Sendoh closed the gap between their faces till he could feel Fukuda's light breathing against his face. Holding his breath, Sendoh lightly brushed his lips against his teammates. And just as quickly as their lips had met, Sendoh withdrew himself from Fukuda's personal space.
"What am I doing?" He cursed under his breath. This was wrong on so many levels. The massive violation of trust. The invasion of personal space. The sex of the person he'd just kiss. It was all just wrong. And worst yet, he enjoyed it. Really enjoyed it. 'Maybe cause his lips were so soft…' He mused in self-disgust.
"Should we clean the gym?" Spoke a sudden familiar voice, causing Sendoh to start (and thank god his pants were baggy).
"H-how long were you awake," questioned Sendoh, trying his hardest to sound casual.
Fukuda only stared at him skeptically, "You drew something on my face didn't you?"
The completely off-the-mark accusation quickly calmed Sendoh's nerves, "It'd be awfully hypocritical of me to punish you for sleeping too long."
"…" Despite the broom-head's assurances, Fukuda rubbed his face of any ink that might've been drawn on. Sendoh chuckled.
"Anyways, I think we can wait till tomorrow. Coach Taoka was the one who suggested we stay late to practice anyways." Nodding in agreement (and because he was dead tired), Fukuda quietly walked towards the locker room as Sendoh strolled behind.