MuraHimu 30 Day OTP challenge. Day 6- Wearing each others clothes.
A/N: I'm so sorry I'm late again QwQ and also that this chapter is so short, I've been really busy this week but I still wanted to upload a chapter, so it'll have to be short this time around. The next one should be much longer though! owo Enjoy~
"...I'm going to kill you Fukui."
The laughing of Yosen's players echoed around the locker room as Himuro stood in front of them, dripping wet. Fukui picked himself up from the floor, rubbing his back. Just a few seconds ago he had been carrying a bucket of water into the locker room to clean up the floor when he had tripped over a stray shoe on the floor, sending him flying forwards and the bucket straight into Himuro, who was waiting for Murasakibara to finish changing.
"I'm so sorry." Fukui apoligised, each word interrupted with a laugh that he couldn't hold back. The rest of the team weren't even trying to hide their amusement, laughing aloud that only made Himuro even more angry. Murasakibara stood looking at his friend with raised eyebrows, he'd never seen Himuro angry before.
"I have no spare clothes..." Himuro whined, trying to shake the water from his clothes and failing miserably. Fukui quickly ran out of the room- still laughing, to get a mop to clean up the spilled water whilst Liu and Okamura stood there watching, trying to catch their breath after laughing. Himuro glared at them and pulled his jumper up over his head and threw it to the side, only to find that his shirt was also soaked through.
"Ahh, cold..." he winced, started to shiver.
"Muro-chin." Murasakibara took a step towards his friend, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
"What is it, Atsushi?" the shorter male asked, expecting his friend to laugh at him as well.
"..." The taller male took another step forward until he was standing right in front of Himuro, looking down at him. He blinked and then moved his hands forward, first tugging at the bottom of Himuro's shirt, then pulling it over the black haired boys head.
"H-Hey! Atushi, what are you doing?!" Himuro exclaimed, his face quickly growing redder and redder by the second. Murasakibara smiled slightly, reaching one of his hands forward so one finger was placed on Himuro's lip- as though telling him to be quiet. Just then, Fukui came back, clutching a mop in both of his hands, but he soon joined Liu and Okamura in staring at the two aces with a bewildered expression plastered on their faces. The purple giant picked up his own jumper from the bench and quickly and carefully pulled it over Himuro's head. Himuro stared up at his friend, slightly shocked, before slipping his arms through the jumper as well so he was wearing it properly. The sleeves were obviously too long, and they came down way past his hands, whilst the bottom of the jumper reached down to his mid-thigh. Even though he wasn't even wearing a shirt underneath, it was still comfortable, and a sweet scent rose up from it.
"Atushi..." Himuro beamed up at him, smiling brightly. He rolled up the jumper sleeved so that he could actually use his hands and picked up his own wet clothes from the floor, folding them neatly and putting them in his bag. "Thank you~" he smiled at Murasakibara again, who just nodded at him with a small smile on his own lips.
"We're going now." The taller male said as he pulled Himuro out of the changing room with him, leaving the rest of the team staring after them.
"Those two, I swear to god..." Okamura shook his head, rolling his eyes.
