MuraHimu 30 Day OTP challenge. Day 1- Cuddling somwhere.
A/N: Day two! I'm already a little late with this, I apoligise. But from now on they should be uploaded everyday~ This chapter is set after Yosen and Seirins match, so spoiler alert if you haven't got that far! I hope you enjoy~
Yosen trudged back to the changing rooms dejected and utterly tired. They had played hard, hell, they had played their hardest, but it still wasn't enough and they had been overpowered by Seirin. They walked in silence, even their two aces had said nothing, refusing to look at each other, they hadn't even spoken once since their little argument earlier. They changed back into their full uniform, only exchanging a few words before their coach came in, spewing phrases such as 'it's only one loss, we'll beat them next time' and 'get your asses in gear, we're going to be doing a lot of training.' At that, their spirits were raised slightly, the friendly banter started up again and they were talking properly to each other. Soon, they began to file out of the changing room, leaving only their purple-haired ace in the middle, still sitting on a bench and head covered by a towel. Himuro hovered by the door, waiting for him to move, and when he didn't he uncertainly called out to him.
"...Atsushi?"
There was no answer, and so Himuro sighed and walked over to the other, he genuinely felt bad for hitting his friend, but Murasakibara's lack of effort and enthusiasm sparked something in him and he just... hit him.
"Atsushi, hey... I'm sorry for hitting you..." He stood in front of him, his one visible eye lowered to the ground as he waited for a reply.
"S'fine." Came the curt answer.
The shorter boy clenched his fists. He didn't want Murasakibara to ignore him anymore, he wanted to talk to him properly again, he wanted them to both move on and be friends again. He could feel his eyes start to tear up, he blinked them away, sniffing. As though he could sense it, the taller boy looked up, eyes half-lidded.
"Muro-chin..." He murmured and slowly stood up, just as Himuro was starting to rub his eyes.
"Please don't ignore me Atushi..."
"Ahh... I'm sorry Muro-chin... Don't cry again." he said, and Himuro could just make out the edge of concern in his voice, though he couldn't be sure. The purple haired giant pulled the small black haired boy into an embrace, wrapping his arms around him tightly and pulling him close to his chest. He rested his chin atop the smaller boys head and let out a puff of hair.
"Don't be mad at me anymore." he murmured into his friends hair, and he could feel the other shaking his head against his chest, slipping his own arms out from their trapped state. Himuro also wrapped his arms back around Murasakibara's back, his hands clinging onto the fabric of his jacket.
"Mm'not." He could hear the muffled response and a face pressed deeper into his chest. This was the closest the two of them had ever been, there had been the odd playful hugs and hair-ruffles, but nothing as close and meaningful as this.
"Good." Murasakibara replied, guiding them backwards so he was now sitting back down on the bench, Himuro still clung onto him, proceeding to climb onto the taller's lap. It really was lucky that Murasakibara was this tall, if he was any other height it would have been uncomfortable for the both of them, but this way both their bodies fit perfectly into each others. Being this close, Himuro could feel the heat radiating from his friends body, making them both pleasantly warm.
Really, any of their other teammates could have walked in at that moment, and they wouldn't have been fazed in the slightest. They all knew their double aces were close, and that they'd have to make-up eventually after their little argument.
They sat like this for a few minutes, silently holding onto each other in the dim light of the changing rooms, neither of them making an effort to move.
"Hey, do you wanna go get some sweets after this?" Himuro asked, looking up to meet Murasakibara's purple eyes, blinking happily.
"Mmhm!" the purple haired giant grinned happily, hugging Himuro tighter (if that was even possible) and nuzzling his face into the small boys black hair, causing him to chuckle. He was kind of like a baby holding onto it's most prized soft toy or something, and Himuro laughed aloud at the thought.
"Alright. Just a few more minutes then." He hummed happily and went back to burrying his face into his friends larger jacket, smiling to himself.
This was the best outcome that he could have imagined.
