[LOG] Date-o!

[tarundorusanada]

Who: Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Genichirou
Where: Art Classroom, Sanada's room
When: 11th August 2013
Rating: PG-13 (Heavy making-out)
Summary: When your boyfriend's knee is half-dead and you're stuck on an island, first dates are sort of hard to organize. Fortunately, Yukimura's good at improvising.



Sanada carried the bento boxes to Seiichi’s art classroom carefully. He’d gotten the strangest looks in the kitchen for actually being in there while there were other people. Usually, he ate lunch very early or very late to avoid curious glances, but it was unavoidable. At least the food had turned out nicely. He knocked on the door, to make sure that he’d gotten the right classroom and wouldn’t be barging in on somebody trying to do work.

Yukimura locked the easel into place and clipped in his extra large sketch book. "Come on in Genichirou," he said upon hearing the knock. He went back to setting up his work area, digging through his bag to find the pencils and erasers he wanted to use to draw Sanada. Not that it truly mattered, Yukimura had used a variety of utensils to sketch in general.

Sanada pushed the door open with his foot and set the bento upon a spare table. “Lunch then sketches?” he asked, easily. “Or vice versa?” He didn’t mind, he wasn’t so hungry. He smiled at Seiichi hesitantly. He supposed another reason that he’d gotten strange looks was because he’d left his hat behind.

Yukimura smiled brightly, putting the supplies he was going to use on the small stool next to the easel. "Lunch first. What's my surprise?" he asked, stepping away from his work area. Giving Sanada a quick peck on the cheek, he started opening up the bento to see what had been brought.

Sanada flushed slightly at the kiss, feeling rather disoriented still by the fact that they were dating. But he’d kept his composure through worse. “Grilled fish like you requested...,” he said, as he grabbed some chopsticks from the holders, “And wonton,” he said, looking away a little. He usually disliked foods that weren’t outwardly traditional Japanese foods, but he’d been trying to prove a point. And Kenji liked wonton, so he knew how to make it. “With grilled vegetables and mochi.”

Yukimura hummed, taking a pair of chopsticks and picking up a wonton. "You brought rice too?" he asked, taking a bite out of the food. It was honestly quite good. How come he hadn't known Sanada could cook? What other secrets did his boyfriend have up his sleeves? "You should cook for us more often."

Sanada rolled his eyes. “Of course.” He unpacked the third box and revealed two neatly split sections of rice. “And maybe,” he said, slightly edgily. Frankly, he didn’t want to cook more often, unless it was for Seiichi or Renji. It rather ruined the ‘scary fukubuchou’ image that he used to keep most of the team and the rest of the tennis world in check. “It’s something of a hassle.”

"Don't be rude," Yukimura said, pulling over his portion of rice. He honestly hadn't realized how hungry he was until Sanada had set the food in front of him. Yukimura looked at him curiously. The edge in Sanada's voice didn't go unnoticed. "I'll cook next time then." And try not to burn down the kitchen area in the dorm in the process.

Sanada blanched. “...on second thought, maybe I will cook more often,” he said, hastily. As much as he admired Seiichi’s ability to be able to master a new ability, cooking was not on that list. He...feared for the kitchen. “And I’ll try,” he said, looking slightly amused. His grandfather often said the same thing...but it was so tempting...and his hat usually provided the perfect cover...he’d have to think a little more about how to keep himself from reacting without his hat.

“What do you think?” he asked, as he perched on a table.

"You don't trust my cooking?" Yukimura asked after swallowing the last piece of his wonton. Home economics wasn't exactly his strong point anyway. Besides, Sanada cooked well enough for the both of them. He could just watch next time. Maybe.

"It's good. You should probably have some before I eat it all," he said with a smile.

“The cooking itself isn’t bad...” said Sanada. And it wasn’t. It wouldn’t poison you or make you feel ill. Sure, it wasn’t exactly culinary delight, but it would pass. “But the effect on the area around you....” That was...almost catastrophic. Sanada wasn’t even quite sure how Seiichi had almost destroyed the kitchen last time in Home Economics. It had been almost worse than the intentional destruction from Akaya. “It makes me nervous, is all,” he said, with a slight chuckle.

Sanada nodded and selected a piece of wonton and some of the rice, but not too much. “It’s for you, you know. You can eat as much as you like.” He wasn’t that hungry, anyway. He’d had butterflies in his stomach all day.

Yukimura frowned slightly. He hadn't meant for the classroom to turn into a war zone, honestly. Nor was he quite sure how it had happened. "I won't cook," he said, putting his hands up in defeat. Maybe he could try something that didn't involve the burners or the oven or just heat in general. Which left out a quite a bit of baking... and that was fine. His little sister was a better baker anyway.

"It's for us," Yukimura reminded him."Don't tell me you ate before you came here."

Sanada sighed in relief and took a bit more rice. Good, now he could sleep easy without dreams of Seiichi blowing up more hapless kitchens. “No, I didn’t eat before I arrived,” he said. “But I’m not that hungry. I haven’t been doing as much as I usually do, so I’m not as hungry.” He was only swimming nowadays. No kendo, no tennis, no running. It left him a lot less active. It annoyed him a little, but what could he do? “You should eat though. Don’t worry about being polite,” he said, with a soft smile.

Yukimura elbowed Sanada lightly in the side. "I'm not that bad," he said then laughed. Maybe it was more trying to cook alone that was the problem. That kitchen honestly never stood a chance. Yukimura looked down at the interfering joint then glanced up at Sanada. "How much longer? You know I'm getting bored without my favorite practice partner." He then pulled over the fish and grabbed some out of bento.

Sanada snorted, ignoring the elbow to his side. He was used to worse. “Sure. Keep believing that,” he said, with a light smirk playing on his lips. “When there’s property damage billed to you, don’t blame me for warning you.” He stole a piece of fish from Seiichi’s bento and chewed. “End of August was her tentative recovery date,” he said, pensively. “I’m trying my hardest to make that a reality.” His calligraphy, which had once been endless words of health for Seiichi or victory for Rikkaidai, were now healing for himself. It was strange, wishing something for himself, when he was usually pretty good at looking after himself, but change happened.

"I'll send it to you instead," Yukimura said. "I'll need an accountant after all, once I go pro." He would hold onto the dream, even while he was here. It at least helped him quell the displeasure of having been kidnapped. "I should order you to stay off your knee as much as possible and as soon as you're free to take up tennis again, I better be your first match or we're going to have a problem."

It was Sanada’s turn to prod Seiichi in the side with his elbow. “I’m not paying property damage bills for exploding kitchens," he said, seriously. He’d probably help out Seiichi with a lot of other stuff...but he drew the line at exploding kitchens. “And I’d drive myself insane with accounting. I’ll be your coach, if you like,” he said. He was still unsure of their ever leaving this island...but it was easy to forget that just sitting here in the classroom with Seiichi, a situation that was typical of their school days at Rikkai. “I draw the line at wearing crutches,” he said, with a frown. “But, yes, I’ll get better soon. And we can play properly.” He’d probably lose quite pathetically though. He’d have to try and rebuild his physical conditioning before playing tennis again.

"Buzzkill," Yukimura said teasingly. Yanagi would probably be a better accountant anyway; nothing against Sanada, but Yanagi was just better at some things. "Oh! I have the perfect idea. You can be my coach and Renji can be my trainer. It'll work out fantastically." Yes, he was thinking ahead towards the future, but he couldn't help himself. Plus, it would be useful if him and Sanada were still together. He couldn't really imagine a long distance relationship. "Crutches is better than you requiring surgery. Then we might not get to play again at all."

Sanada didn’t deny the comment. He could be a buzzkill sometimes. Not like he cared. He knew when it mattered and when it didn’t really. “That sounds like it’ll work,” he said, with a grin. “You’d have to ask Renji first though.” He paused to take a bite of vegetable to counteract the fish. “To make sure he hasn’t planned out a long and illustrious career in the sciences.” It sounded like something Renji would do. “Crutches are humiliating,” he said, pulling a face. He didn’t need the laughter that would be sure to come from Marui and Kirihara for hobbling around everywhere. “I can do without them for now. It’s not so bad yet.”

"Really?" Yukimura asked, a note of shock in his voice. He was rather convinced that Sanada was going to go to university and follow in his grandfather's footsteps... basically everything that wasn't tennis. He waved away Sanada's comment about Yanagi planning. "He'll come with us. How could he say no to me?" The question wasn't serious though. He wasn't going to force them to come with him, but it wouldn't be as awesome if he was alone. Yukimura pulled a face as Sanada complained about crutches. "Yet," he said. "You really should want to avoid the 'yet.'"

“I mean...ideally,” he said, with a flush. “It’s unlikely to go quite so smoothly...but that would be the ideal case,” he said, with a smile. Of course, there was a part of him that would rather like to go to university as well, but he’d follow Seiichi to tennis happily, as well. “It would be nice,” he admitted. “The three of us taking over the tennis world...quite satisfactory to imagine.” But perhaps it would remain just that, an idle imagination. Who knew?

He took his last bite of food. He was quite full. “I would like to avoid that ‘yet’, as well. I assure you Seiichi, I am doing all I can to make it heal.” He laid a hand over Seiichi’s spare hand and squeezed softly.

"You can say no, Genichirou," Yukimura said. He knew Sanada wanted to support his family and he wasn't going to prevent him from doing what he honestly wanted. He'd be a horrible friend if he ordered Sanada to come with him, but Sanada had a point. The three of them, ruling over tennis... it was a very very nice thought.

"Except stay off it," Yukimura chided. He looked down at their hands then smiled up at Sanada. "I should have just brought everything to your room. I can draw anywhere."

“I’ll have to say no to somebody soon,” said Sanada, pensively. “I just don’t know who,” he admitted as he leaned on his arm and stared down at his feet. He didn’t want to say no to anybody. He wished sometimes, that he could just split into two and make everybody happy. But that wasn’t likely to happen any time soon.

Sanada felt himself relax a little at Seiichi’s smile. It honestly made him feel elated every time he saw it. “No, it’s fine.” he said, calmly. “We’re here now.” He entwined their fingers and smiled hesitantly.

Yukimura squeezed Sanada's hand. "It's okay if it ends up being me you say no to. We already discussed it... before," he said, not really wanting to utter the words not play tennis. "Either way we'll be fine."

He rose out of his seat slightly and pecked Sanada on the cheek. "Next date, your room. I'll bring lunch and I won't use the kitchen."

Sanada nodded at Seiichi’s words. He was grateful for his acceptance. At the kiss to his cheek, he flushed slightly. It still made him a little surprised...which was silly, really. This was normal now. “Perhaps somewhere else other than my room,” said Sanada edgily. “My roommate’s usually in there.” And he wouldn’t put it past Oshitari to eavesdrop on their date. He’d seemed far too interested in their ‘romance’. “Maybe the calligraphy room. Or the chasitsu,” he suggested as he got up to pack away the bento so it would be easier for him to wash later.

“Where do you want me to sit for the pictures?” he asked, as he finished packing them up.

Yukimura hummed. Maybe Sanada was still hesitant about their relationship. "Or we can meet in mine, if that makes you feel better." At least he hadn't suggested the dojo. Yukimura had been there enough with his judo training that he didn't just want to hang out there.

"Near the window. I want to use the natural light." He got up and padded back over to his easel, sitting down in front of it.

Sanada exhaled visibly. “Thank you.” That was a weight off his chest. If he’d seen them, there’d have probably been more strange questions about heart fluttering and fireworks. “Your room’s less crowded anyway. You can barely walk for books in my room.” Between himself and Oshitari, the book piles spiralled around everywhere.

Sanada took a seat by the window, feeling a little awkward. Did Seiichi want him to pose or something, or just sit normally? On the one hand...the first would feel strange, but if it was just him sitting, the sketches wouldn’t be filled with life and movement. He knew from calligraphy, that the lines needed to truly suit the concept that was being captured. And while Renji might have suited the quiet elegance of sitting still...Sanada was much better at being active and in motion.

Yukimura wondered about the crowded room. Just how many books were the impossible roommates hoarding? Deciding it best not to ask, he picked up a pencil and started to draw. After a few long moments, he noticed how stiffly his boyfriend was sitting. "You can relax Genichirou. Do whatever you want. Within reason," he said, nodding at Sanada's knee.

Had Seiichi asked, Sanada would have probably not been able to answer with a definite number. He used all and any spare money on getting books that might be useful to try and get them out of here and he had maxed out his library card and Akaya’s (who wasn’t using it over the summer anyway). Oshitari-san seemed to be doing the same as well....though perhaps not for the same reasons.

Upon the command to relax, Sanada sighed and shifted so he was slightly less stiff. “Hmm, the doubles tournament should be interesting,” he commented. “Akaya and Shiraishi-kun seem to doubling up like they did in U17,” he said. “I’m curious to see who’ll win.” He was also rather worried for his kendo team and their competitions that were coming up soon, but since that wasn’t relevant to Seiichi, he didn’t mention it.

Honestly, if he had a single room, Yukimura would have turned the other half of the room into a verifiable greenhouse, but that wasn't to be the case. Instead, he just had to stick plants wherever there was available shelf space, making sure not to encroach on Shishido's territory.

Much better, Yukimura thought as Sanada moved around. It was definitely more natural now. He focused on the paper and his pencil moving across it, occasionally glancing up to look at Sanada for reference. "Are you upset that we aren't playing?" he asked. "Since we aren't, I think Shiraishi-kun and Akaya will win." He was disappointed about not playing, but there wasn't anything to do about it. He wasn't exactly keen on playing with anyone but a member of Rikkai. "I think I have judo next week, but I doubt it'll be a positive experience." Not that he didn't have strength, it was more of a new-to-the-whole-martial-art thing.

Sanada nodded at Seiichi’s question. “A little, I suppose. It would have been nice to finally be able to play doubles in an official competition.” He wasn’t overtly disappointed however, there was still time to play together. Hopefully. If this island and its inhabitants didn’t kill them. “Ahh, myself as well, but perhaps due to a bias,” he said, letting a small smirk appear on his face.

“You’re nervous?” asked Sanada, feeling a little curious. It wasn’t like Seiichi. He was so rarely flustered or affected by anything. And it was strange, for martial arts to faze him where little else had. “It won’t be so bad. It reinforces discipline and inner strength in a person,” said Sanada, letting a small smile reach his face. Iaido, kendo, and tennis were things he was truly passionate about.

Yukimura smiled a little. "Of course we're biased Genichirou. That's our baby," he said. Well, really, Kirihara was Rikkai's baby, but that didn't stop him from being proud of their kouhai. He looked back towards his easel and began shading.

"Not nervous," Yukimura said. "I'm just not confident in my judo skills yet. I haven't been attending club for very long." He was sure that he'd catch on soon enough, but he wasn't quite ready to show them off in competition.

Sanada laughed, dryly. “More like our pain in the neck.” He didn’t mean it, really. All of them did like Akaya in some way, and Sanada admired Kirihara’s dedication. Of course, he’d appreciate their kouhai more if that determination applied to everything he did, but that was neither here nor there.

Sanada nodded. That made sense. “Well, if you learn something from a loss, then the loss doesn’t really matter,” he said, calmly. “Especially in martial arts.” And especially for a beginner. It was something that his grandfather had often told him during his kendo lessons, and an adage that Sanada had followed to a hilt. “I would offer to practise with you, but I’m fairly certain you would decline,” he said, letting a small smile play across his lips.

"He wouldn't be Akaya if he wasn't a pain," Yukimura agreed, but he was quite proud of their kouhai. He was exceptional at tennis. Not up to their par yet, but he was determined and that counted for a lot.

Yukimura stopped drawing for a moment and peered at Sanada. Learning from a loss, really? He could ask what he could have possibly learn from losing to Echizen back in junior high or to Tezuka so recently, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know Sanada's answer. "Hmm, I'm almost starting to think you want to damage your knee further," he said. "But you're right. I would turn you down."

Sanada chuckled. “Yes, that’s right.” Still, he would have liked a little more respect. Still, he wasn’t intolerable and he was a decent challenge to play. Which was what truly mattered.

Sanada met Seiichi’s gaze. He was no mind reader, but he was pretty sure that Seiichi was questioning when he’d ever needed to learn from his losses. Sometimes, Seiichi was so very predictable. He wondered if this was what Renji felt when he interrupted people with an ‘is that what you were going to say’. But he didn’t say anything. “Of course I don’t,” said Sanada, “But I am used to rather more mobility than I am currently being offered. It’s a difficult habit to break.”

Yukimura turned back to his drawing. Of course Sanada knew exactly what he was thinking, but wasn't going to answer the mental question. What a smart boyfriend... until that last bit. His lines ended up a bit darker than intended, so he started to erase. "You say that as if I don't understand what it's like," he said, slightly annoyed.

“Of course you understand,” said Sanada, feeling a little perplexed. “That’s why I even said it.” If it had been anyone other than Renji or Seiichi, he would have shut up and seethed silently. Instead, he’d let his frustration known. Wasn’t that normal...? “Because you’d understand.” All too well. At least Sanada could still do more basic things.

Yukimura stopped erasing and leaned over a little to look at Sanada. "You could have chosen a different delivery method. It kind of sounded like you can't move at all." Though, if Yukimura wanted to be a huge jerk, he could make that happen, but he wouldn't. Sanada rarely got injured; only when he decided to be a stubborn fool and push himself too far. Although it was a quality Yukimura admired from time to time, he couldn't help but be annoyed. "There's a major difference, Genichirou," Yukimura said softly. "...could you turn towards me a bit? The light isn't catching your angles as much as I'd like."

Sanada softened. “I apologize,” he said. Of course...to Seiichi, little else would compare to Guillain Barre. “I am not so good with words as I would like,” he said, as he shifted for Seiichi’s picture. “It was always you or Renji who were better at that.” He spoke with actions or with as little as he could get away with. It was not his best trait, but he preferred to let others speak, especially when they were better at it. “Is this any better?”

Yukimura gave him a quick smile before ripping the paper away from the easel and starting on a fresh sheet. "Actions speak louder than words," he said as he began the initial outline of Sanada's form. Which definitely explained his boyfriend's choice of tennis moves. He didn't really need to talk when there was that much raw power on display. Falling quiet, he focused on Sanada's eyes, capturing their intensity and light on the paper.

“Ahh, it is difficult to misinterpret actions,” he said, trying to keep a little stiller, as Seiichi seemed to have found the right position for his sketches. Really though, he was at his most talkative when he played tennis, He taunted and shouted at his opponent, to check if their mental power could cope with repeatedly being told they would lose, along with actions to back it up. Only if they were able to withstand the onslaught, did Sanada treat them with the aplomb a real opponent deserved. Tennis was half a mental sport anyway, if you walked into it with a negative attitude, you were guaranteed to lose.

It was something he’d never felt the need to with kendo or swimming. Those were sports where you fought yourself, and disheartening yourself there, was the last thing you wanted to do. He let the silence easily rest between them. He was grateful for Seiichi. He could be quiet.

Yukimura's eyes narrowed as he focused on the drawing. Occasionally, his eyes flitted back up to Sanada and more than once he caught himself staring as he could no longer feel the sensation of moving the pencil across the paper. When he finished, he gently brushed away the eraser marks and the loose dust of graphite then wandered over to Sanada. "I know you're used to staying still, but it wouldn't hurt you to loosen up a bit. You weren't exactly sitting for an art gallery portrait."

Sanada blinked. He’d almost lost himself in the impromptu meditation that being silent for so long had brought. “I wasn’t aware that was what you wanted,” he said, feeling quite bemused. “I apologize.” He was too used to staying stiff and straight for kendo or meditation. “You should have said something,” he said, feeling a little ashamed for not even being able to model properly. “..Can I see them?” He felt a little hesitant asking, but he was curious as to what Seiichihad drawn.

Yukimura smiled. "I didn't really give you a lot of instruction," he said softly. He grabbed Sanada's hand and squeezed it for a moment before letting go. "No unnecessary movements," he reminded his boyfriend, walking back to the easel to grab the sketchbook. He held it out for Sanada once he got close enough. It wasn't the first time Sanada had seen his work, but there was a tingle of excitement (or numbness, he honestly couldn't tell the difference at that moment) in his fingertips as he passed it over.

Sanada squeezed back, letting Seiichi’s fingers slip from his reluctantly. “Ahh, no need to blame yourself. Both at fault,” he said, as his gaze lingered upon Seiichi’s retreating body. He really was lucky to be dating Seiichi. Upon seeing the sketches, Sanada’s eyes widened. They were good. He was no artist, but he’d seen enough to know that Seiichi had captured him really well. He could recognise that it was him upon the paper and he could almost feel the coiled energy spring off the paper. “It’s amazing, Seiichi,” he softly said, as he shifted the paper to grab Seiichi’s hand.

Yukimura watched Sanada's eyes as the other teen looked at the sketches. A wide smile formed on his face as he saw the shift in Sanada's gaze. "You're a good model," he said, gently sliding the sketchbook out of Sanada's free hand and setting it aside. He grabbed Sanada's other hand. "You'll be an even better one once you're one hundred percent." Yukimura didn't want to think about the number of sketchbooks he had filled with his teammates in motion. There was just something about the way their bodies flowed mid-swing or serve.

Sanada shook his head. He didn’t think so. He still had a ways to go, before he was better at this whole modelling business. But he didn’t verbally retort, instead choosing to pull Seiichi close to him, into a hesitant kiss, lingering for as long as he could get away with. “I’ll get better soon,” he whispered. “I promise, Seiichi.” It was killing him to stay this still for so long. He was a naturally active person. And making this promise was for himself as well as for Seiichi.

Yukimura kissed him back, harder, to remove some of the hesitancy and tension. His grin turned into a bright smile when he pulled away. "You're already getting better at that," he said, going in for another kiss. He let go of one of Sanada's hands to run through his boyfriend's hair. "And not wearing your hat. I'm very proud."

Sanada relaxed into the kisses, pushing back against Seiichi, losing himself in the feel of his lips and tongue and their breaths against each other. It was only with a slight smirk that he managed to say, “I may be better, but practise makes perfect.” And he pulled Seiichi back in for more, relishing in the feel of his lithe hands through his hair. “My hat was something of a hindrance last time,” he muttered, looking away, blushing slightly, looping his free arm around Seiichi’s waist. He didn’t want to admit just how much he used it as a crutch to hide from the situations he just didn’t want to deal with.

Yukimura let Sanada take the lead, twisting his fingers in his boyfriend's hair. "Practice is good," he said, pecking Sanada on the cheek. He definitely did not miss the hat. "It will remain so." He almost wanted to institute a tennis-only ban on said hat, but he doubted Sanada would stick to it for very long. "By the way, this isn't the most comfortable arrangement Genichirou." He gestured at Sanada's knee then moved out of his grip, letting go of his hair in the process and sitting on the art room floor. "Join me."

If Sanada had known about the thoughts that Seiichi had been harbouring about his precious hat, there would have definitely been rebellion. As it was, Sanada was fairly certain that his hair would be completely mussed up by the end of this, but couldn’t bring himself to care. He carefully seated himself next to Seiichi on the floor, feeling a little silly, as he twisted his arm around Seiichi’s back and kissed him again, this time leaning down a little to reach. “Is this okay?” he asked, as he brought a hand up to the back of Seiichi’s neck to help him aim slightly better. He didn’t want to overstep anything.

Yukimura scooted closer to Sanada once he sat down and got situated. There was a slight thrill at the possibility of being caught in a compromising position, but it was Sunday and he doubted anyone would come by. He leaned in closer as Sanada's hand came up to his neck. It was almost curious how good Sanada was at this, then again, they were members of Rikkai and never did anything half assed. In lieu of an answer, Yukimura just kissed him harder, shifting himself so Sanada didn't have to lean so far down to meet him. His hand found Sanada's hair once again and he mindlessly wrapped it around his fingers as they continued to kiss.

Sanada had no experience with kissing or romance. He knew this and hadn’t really cared until he’d started dating Seiichi. Then doubt had crept into his mind slowly until he’d gone as far as picking up one of Oshitari’s awful romance novels while his roommate was out at his tennis practise. After getting past the awful characterization and ridiculous description, Sanada had managed to gain some, frankly shady, experience of what kissing was supposed to be like. He wasn’t quite sure how to broach it in words, so as per usual, he let his actions speak for him, as the hand on Seiichi’s waist slipped under his shirt and started trailing light circles on his skin.

Yukimura couldn't help but shiver under Sanada's touch. If he had known how his boyfriend came to learn this stuff, he might question his sanity somewhat. Under the circumstances, he wasn't about to do that or complain because, honestly, he was quite surprised at Sanada’s boldness. He moaned slightly into Sanada's mouth and his hand slipped out of his boyfriend's hair. Shifting himself to straddle Sanada's good leg, he pushed against Sanada's chest, separating them for a moment. A possessive smile lit up his face.

Sanada felt his boyfriend shiver and heard the moan and flushed slightly. He...he hadn’t known he could do stuff like that. It made him feel altogether too nervous, but Seiichi seemed more than happy about it, considering how he was moving closer. And...that smile was something that made Sanada feel warmer and happier. Sanada shifted so that it would be more comfortable for Seiichi and leaned back inwards for another kiss. He had never considered himself someone who would get addicted to anything, with his discipline and self-control...but he could see his self-control being broken by this feeling.

Yukimura's hand on Sanada's chest put a stop on him reaching for another kiss. He shook his head, staring at Sanada for a long moment, half so he could remember the scene for later and half to think of what to do next. Not that he wasn't happy just making out, but considerations had to be made for the rest of their bodies, particularly Sanada's lower half. His smile widened just a bit as he lowered his hand from Sanada's chest to tease around the hemline to his shirt. Leaning back in, he avoided Sanada's lips completely to kiss at his neck and jawline.

Sanada leant back to allow Seiichi a better access to his neck and jaw. It felt so good. He hadn’t realized how intoxicating this could feel. He almost wondered how Seiichi knew what to do, but figured it was for the same reasons that he did. And, his brain wasn’t exactly working at a higher degree, especially with Seiichi’s fingers brushing against his skin, creating heady sensations to his brain.

Yukimura had watched enough movies with his sister to know how this worked. It was just a matter of using his knowledge on Sanada and not a girl, but really, after spending the majority of his life being friends with the teen underneath him, there wasn't a lot he didn't know. Like how many muscles were currently being flexed beneath his fingers as he dragged them over Sanada's abs. That being said, he wasn't keen on that becoming common knowledge or learn more from movies. He'd had enough for awhile. He paused leaving marks on Sanada's skin to bring both hands fully under Sanada's shirt and slowly move over his torso. He faced Sanada once again to see the look on his face as his hands moved.

Sanada groaned, as he reached his hands to steady himself using Seiichi’s waist. “Seiichi...” he whispered. He didn’t know what to say or feel. He was just exploding with emotions and feelings and sensations. All he really knew was how overwhelmingly glad that he was that it was Seiichi, his best friend and ultimately boyfriend, whom he was figuring this out with.

Yukimura couldn't help but smirk. He had never heard that particular sound come from Sanada before. Sure, there had been groans from pain, but not pleasure like this. He moved his hands down, his fingers nipping just below Sanada's waistline before coming up and out again. "You know," Yukimura started, leaning in to kiss Sanada. "The floor isn't that comfortable either. We should relocate." Either room would probably work, to be honest, given that both their roommates had significant others and were probably busy with them.

Sanada gave Seiichi an unimpressed look as he pulled away from the kiss. Really? He wanted them to move again? It was like he was trying to stop this. But...then he realized that their rooms had beds...which were far more comfortable and his face flushed slightly. He nodded, not trusting himself to be able to speak properly when Seiichi was smirking at him like that and heaved himself up quickly. Suddenly a sharp stab of pain went through his entire body and he hunched over his knee, hissing in pain. Fuck. He’d done something to it. This wasn’t good.

Yukimura moved off of Sanada and stood, waiting for his boyfriend to stand. He almost regretted the suggestion of moving elsewhere when Sanada's knee practically buckled underneath him. "You moved too fast," he said sternly, helping Sanada up to his feet. "Lean against the wall while I pack up our things." He picked up his sketchbook and walked back to the easel, quickly collecting his supplies and putting them in his bag. Thankfully, Sanada had mostly cleaned up after their lunch, so there wasn't much to grab except for the bag everything had come in and he placed that in his satchel as well.

"Okay," Yukimura said, walking back over to Sanada. "I'm going to take you to the infirmary then back to your room and you are going to stay put even if it means I have to weigh you down with your books."

Sanada followed instructions to stay put as he unwrapped his brace and tightened it as far as it could go without cutting off circulation. He had no intention of moving anywhere until he had to. He schooled his face back to a neutral expression. No point making fuss over the pain. “The infirmary won’t be able to help. I’ve got all the painkillers in my room,” he said, calmly. “They’ll say the same things. I just need to rest.”

Sanada took the satchel from Yukimura, ignoring any protests that might arise and used Yukimura’s shoulder as a support. “I’ll stay put. No need to weigh me down.” He was pretty sure that he’d not be able to breathe, what with the sizes of some of the books in his room.

Oh for heaven's sake... Yukimura frowned at Sanada. "You might have messed it up worse in your excitement," he said as he was relieved of his bag. He just had to have the most stubborn man on the planet for a boyfriend. He adjusted himself to account for Sanada's weight and firmly gripped Sanada's hip as they moved out of the art room and towards the exit. "Do you promise?"

Sanada sighed. “The chances of it being any worse are very low....” he muttered, almost under his breath. The only way it could get worse was if he broke it, and he was pretty sure he’d be able to tell when that happened. He leaned into Seiichi’s grip a little. “I promise for today and for as long as I can keep myself still,” said Sanada, seriously. “But should something happen...I will break that promise, Seiichi. Getting away from here’s more important than my knee.” He hoped that Seiichi would understand. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened that he could have prevented but didn’t because he was selfish.

Yukimura wanted to smack him. "You don't know that. You could have torn your ACL or MCL or worse... both, but fine to your room we'll go." He knew better than to think Sanada would keep his promise. He hadn't since he hurt the damn thing, so Yukimura wasn't exactly going to be surprised if he saw him up and about the next day. It was a bit hypocritical as well, given that Yukimura was in physical therapy as soon as he could stand without collapsing. "You aren't exactly going to be able to run away to safety in your current condition," he reminded him.

Sanada frowned. “I think Seiichi, had I torn any parts of my ligament, it would have hurt a little more,” he said, pensively. He would stay in his room for the day and probably try to keep to his promise the day after....but Sanada didn’t do staying still. Being too inactive drove him utterly mad. “It’s not about running myself to safety, but helping others,” he said, quietly. His life was lesser than that of Marui’s or Akaya’s or Seiichi’s, he felt.

Yukimura really wanted to slap him. Goddamn stubborn idiot. He couldn't exactly help others to safety if he was compromised. Instead of commenting, he merely gave Sanada a wicked smile, one that Sanada knew all too well was not a bearer of good things to come. Thankfully, their rooms were still on the first floor and they wouldn't have to deal with stairs. He just hoped their awkward gait wouldn't cause them to trip up on the grass in between the school building and the dorms.

Sanada blinked at the smile and inwardly groaned. Brilliant. No matter what Seiichi had in mind, he was going to come out of it worse-for-the-wear, mentally. He wasn’t eager to reach his room now, but didn’t slow down, because that was too obvious. And ‘tripping over’ wouldn’t be possible with the tight grip that Seiichi had on him...it was better to face this like a man. He had to think about how much Kenji would laugh if he tried to escape this.

Yukimura's smile widened. At least Sanada was prepared for what was to come. That mental edge was truly all that he needed. If this was tennis, he might need a little longer -- a game or two -- but given the current circumstances, he didn't need it. If Sanada didn't require his senses of sight or touch, he'd remove those immediately. Unfortunately, they were still a few minutes away from the dorm. He'd have to settle for the very slow removal of his sense of hearing.

As Sanada felt his hearing start to go, he glared at Seiichi. Really? Was that really necessary? He centred his focus inwards. Yips was based on fear. And he had to try and not be afraid of what was to come. Because he wasn’t afraid of Seiichi. Just what Seiichi could do. Black Aura came from determination and inner calm. He had no desire to actually go into that, simply because he couldn’t remember what happened afterwards. He just wanted to lessen the effects of Yips. He evened out his breathing and let himself reach the peace of the wind and water on a calm day. He didn’t need to hear for that.

Yukimura fully expected the glare. It did nothing to shake his resolve. If his boyfriend was going to be a fool, then he could deal with the punishment. He wasn't even surprised that Sanada chose not to use Black Aura to get out of it. Mainly because there was really no point. Yukimura knew how it worked and how to counter it. "Almost there," he said, despite knowing Sanada couldn't quite hear him.

Sanada knew that Yukimura had said something, but he wasn’t sure of what. Damnit! He wasn’t going to give into this! He let himself get angry. Anger after all, wasn’t bad in itself, it was letting yourself being taken over by madness that was unforgivable. He wouldn’t ask Seiichi to remove it. That would be giving in and admitting he was wrong about Seiichi’s life and other’s lives being worth more than his own. He let himself sink into his anger and waited. It would take time to break.

Yukimura couldn't ignore the rage rolling off of Sanada in waves. He stopped the yips as he opened the door to the dorms. "You can stop that now," he ordered, slipping into the buchou voice as they made their way inside. He didn't want to go any further than loss of hearing anyway. It was meant as a warning for Sanada to stop being so damn frustrating. He led his boyfriend to the room he shared with Oshitari and knocked before entering. "You, bed, now."

Sanada let the anger seep away almost immediately, as his hearing returned. He didn’t like being angry with Seiichi. It was easier to be resigned anyway. “Was that really necessary, Seiichi?” he asked, as he took a seat on his bed and unlaced his shoes.

"Quite," Yukimura answered, smacking Sanada's hands away and taking over. "You were being ridiculously foolish. I should take away touch so you know to stay in bed." It was merely a warning; Yukimura just wanted Sanada to be aware of the possibility.

Sanada tossed Seiichi a look. “I can untie my own shoelaces,” he said, feeling a little bemused. “I’m not so injured.” He instead pulled Seiichi upwards unto the bed with him. He didn’t do anything, but kept his hand over Seiichi’s. “And I’ll stay in bed,” he said, calmly. His silent request was that Seiichi would stay there, if only to talk. There was only so much he could read.

Yukimura knew that, but it was mostly about Sanada not bending his knee. He felt Sanada's hand wrap around his and pull him into the bed which was far more comfortable than the stacks of books that practically littered the entire floor. He situated himself next to Sanada's good side. "While you do that, keep your leg propped up so the swelling goes down."

Sanada adjusted his leg by propping it up using his textbooks (not like they actually had all that much useful information in them anyway) and leant into Seiichi’s side. “...Do you think we’ll actually, plausibly be able to get out of here, Seiichi?” he asked, quietly. He was torn. On the one hand, he knew about the importance of hope and striving towards a goal. But, at the same time, it seemed hopeless.

Yukimura waited until Sanada was comfortable. "Of course I do," he said instantly. There was a reason for their being here, not that he had figured it out yet. He poked Sanada in the side. "However, I'm unsure your straightforward approach is the best strategy. It would be better if you had Renji and get types like him to do some....undercover work. They are more likely to uncover information using their means."

Sanada sighed and looked down as their linked hands. He knew that straightforward wasn’t the way to go. He almost wished that Renji and Niou were here, with their more underhand ways...but realized no, he didn’t want any more people in danger. “I’m getting better at not being so straight-forward...” he muttered, “But I’m not there yet.” He was learning how to keep things hidden and keep things complex enough that an outside viewer wouldn’t really understand. But...he had a ways to go. “But I will need help. Just...who from? I don’t know many trustworthy people who’d be able to help in that sort of way and that worries me.”

"It might be that the people who aren't acting out as boldly as you are still trying to find out things," Yukimura pointed out. "It's also possible they've found out things but aren't ready to reveal them quite yet." He sat up and kissed Sanada. "You have to learn some more patience." It was vague, but then again, he had meant it in more than one way.

Sanada snorted slightly. He knew that he had yet to master patience, but it was hardly like Seiichi wasn’t impatient in his own ways. “If they had information, I do wish they’d share. Maybe we should start an information pool, or something.” Like a timeline or a room where they put all of their findings...if it wasn’t for the fact that all of the rooms belonged to the school and that there probably wasn’t anywhere private. “Scratch that, that wouldn’t work.” he said, with a sigh. He accepted the kiss and pressed back, lightly.

It was admirable that Sanada was being so on top of things, but he had to take a break sometimes even though he didn't want to. Given that the normal methods of distraction weren't exactly possible, Yukimura had hoped their date would have at least provided a little bit, but he was wrong. He kissed Sanada again and got off the bed. "I'm going to let you think up theories and strategize without me... I don't think I'll be much help. Try not to move until after I've closed the door behind me," he said with a smile.

Sanada frowned. He didn’t exactly want Seiichi to leave. He enjoyed any time he spent with him. “If...if you say so,” he said, quietly. “And I made a promise to stay in bed for today. I won’t break it,” he said, firmly. “...goodbye then,” he said, reluctantly, returning the kiss with passion, before letting go.

"I'll bring by dinner," Yukimura said, pulling a book off a stack and dropping it where he had been previously sitting. He leaned down and gave Sanada another kiss before weaving towards the door. "Maybe you can think about our next date instead. No theories though. It kills the mood. See you later tonight," he said, opening the door and stepping out.

Sanada waved him out, with a sigh. Despite the jokes that were sometimes made about him being silent because he wasn’t thinking, that wasn’t the case. Turning off his brain wasn’t exactly easy. But...he’d try. For Seiichi.