[LOG]: Atobe & Shiraishi - Reunion
Who: Shiraishi Kuranosuke, Atobe Keigo
Where: Showers
When: 3rd September, morning.
Rating: just flirting~
Summary: Atobe just returned from his solitary and bumps into Shiraishi.
He wasn’t sure where he had been or even how he had been returned to the dorms but what Atobe definitely knew was that he was not in any state for company, polite or otherwise until he hadn’t scrubbed off at least three layers of skin and burned the black outfit he had been wearing the last several days, no matter how good it made his ass look. Gathering together a fresh set of clothes and towels he pushed the door open and strode toward the showers with a determined stride.
It was tuesday, and Shiraishi was expecting both Tezula and Atobe to be returned that day, considering that Akaya and his Rikkaidai senpai had been returned the night before. The other two seemed fine, if not a little weirded out by the whole experience, but yet, Shiraishi was worried to the point he hardly slept. For that reason, he was up really early and decided to taken a shower before most woke up. After all, it took him a long time to get through it in his condition.
The blonde teen was sitting on the bench, wrapping his brace in plastic, his mind elsewhere though.
Pushing the door to the showers open Atobe was pleased when he was greeted by the silence announcing a general lack of occupation. Turning a corner he was caught off guard when he spotted Shiraishi on the bench, busy with his brace. For a moment he was tempted to retreat again, the solitude of his captivity coming to a sudden end. “Shiraishi.” He greeted, busying himself with putting the fresh clothes so he could begin removing the dark outfit.
For a split second, Shiraishi thought he has imagined that voice. That’s how deep in thought he was by the time Atobe walked into the showers. But then, as he looked down, trying to seal his brace the best possible way so no water would come in, he noticed a pair of feet and soon a black outfit drooping to the floor. He raised his eyes, big in surprise. “Kei-chan!!” without a second thought, he reached for his crutches and stood up, coming closer, “Are you ok?!” he said, worried and also sounding guilty.
“I’m fine.” Atobe assured Shiraishi, glancing over the other man while stripping his pants off. “Rumors of my death will have been greatly exaggerated.” Or wishful thinking in Sanada’s case. “I take it they didn’t catch on to you?” Glancing past Shiraishi he spotted a trashcan and scooped both his shirt and trousers up to deposit both inside with a flourish.
“Are you sure?” Shiraishi insisted, reaching and holding the other by the shoulder. It was only briefly though, to confirm for himself the other wasn’t physically hurt, then let him go to steady himself on the crutch again. “No,..” he continued, “they said you were taken but you would be fine. I was still worried though, you never know.” And as for Atobe’s question, Shiraishi felt rather ashamed and in need to apologise. “They didn’t see me. I…” he paused and sighed deeply, “I tried to call you, I saw them coming, but my phone, it just wouldn’t complete the call. I’m … I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Atobe waved it off then pulled his slip off as well to add it to the bin. “I’m glad you didn’t get too caught up in this - both you and Sanada still have to depend on the good-will of our captors.” He studied Shiraishi again. “Did anything happen during our absence?”
“I keep wondering if they knew,” Shiraishi looked down, thinking as he stared down at his brace. If he hadn’t been wearing that, if he didn’t have the crutches, would he have joined that stupid mission? Atobe followed Tezuka, for one reason or another. Either because he just couldn’t just sit and watch- he was Atobe after all- or too look after the other captain. Shiraishi wondered if he would have followed Atobe then. How reckless. “They were onto you two before you could do much” he added, his 1984 Big Brother conspiracy growing in his mind. But his tone changed. Usually, Shiraishi, even when serious, sounds rather relaxed, but not this time. “I have to say, that was one pretty damn stupid idea. I can’t believe Tezuka came up with it. Who does he think he is, spider-man?” The Osakan was clearly annoyed, but not with anger but fear. “How long are we going to be this careless? You could have been killed! I thought you were. Then what? And Sanada,” he shook his head, “so easily accepting death to save another student. What is wrong with everyone? We can’t go against the bullshit they tells us all the time without thinking what could happen. Without planning properly, with hiding it from everyone else.”
Shiraishi has three days to mull it over. Three days thinking the worst, so his thoughts all came rolling down his tongue without constraint. “Nothing much happened though. Some people go worked up. Students seemed very quiet at school yesterday. That was it though. I think now people are even scared to talk about things.” He let go of a crutch to his his hand through his hair. “What happened to you?”
“Not much. “ Atobe sighed, agreeing with Shiraishi on many of the points the other had reached but nevertheless displeased with being on the receiving end of the other captain’s ire. “I don’t know how Tezuka has fared but i was simply confined to a rather basic room - somewhere on the island.” He shrugged. “But i wasnt mistreated in any way that would violate the Geneva convention.”
The comments weren't meant to please, not this time and deep inside, Shiraishi didn't really care if Atobe was offended by it. Maybe if he was he wouldn't act in such a way again. "The same as Kirihara then," he pointed out. "I suppose there is nothing in the Geneva convention about showers, is there."
“No.” Atobe wrinkled his nose and looked down his body. He wasn’t dirty, he had availed himself himself to the makeshift shower opportunity provided to them but aside from the lack of hot water, soap or other amenities there were other factors that left one feeling dirty. “So Marui and Kirihara have been returned then as well? That is good to know.” He moved to walk past Shiraishi and head toward one of the shower cubicles.
As Atobe looked down his own body, so did Shiraishi. Why no? What was beautiful was there to to be shared, even if at that moment, the Osakan was pretty upset with the other two captains less than wise move.
“They were returned yesterday morning.” He followed Atobe with his eyes and before he could walk past him, Shiraishi raised his crutch and blocked the way, looking at the other with unhappy brownish grey eyes. Hardly ever the Shitenhoji captain have such face on.
Finding his way blocked by Shiraishi’s crutch Atobe turned to his fellow captain and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “I do realize you are enjoying the view Shiraishi but I was hoping to have a shower.” He drawled coolly, arms coming up to rest over his chest. “Or is there a reason not to.”
“Kura,” the blonde teen said in a less than playful tone as he continue to block the path. “The fact that you are alive and unhurt is, right now, a more enjoyable view than you being naked,” though that was good too, Shiraishi wasn’t exactly thinking of that despite the shameless stare. His tone softened after that. “Please, promise me you won’t do something this stupid again, Kei-chan.”
“I’m afraid that is a promise I can’t make.” Atobe sighed, relaxing his defensive stance. “I can only assure you that I was aware of the rather foolhardy nature of the undertaking from the beginning.”
Reaching out he touched the crutch and gently nudged it downwards. “You don't have to fear that I will unwittingly put myself in danger.” He assured in a low purr.
There was nothing Shiraishi could do but free the path for Atobe to walk past, but the fact that he seemed certain that eventually he would do something stupid, brought yet more worry to the Osakan’s face.
“Don’t I?” he tilted his head back, leaning it against the locker behind him and stared, as if staring with enough intensity would allow him to see whether he had to he scared of the other teen doing something that would put his life in danger or not.
“I’m not that kind of person.” Atobe told Shiraishi then ducked into the shower cubicle to start the water. “Now that I know the consequences I am even more inclined to avoid a repeat.” He squirted a generous amount of shower gel into his palm and began to lather up vigorously. “As basic as our accommodations here are they are much preferable to the alternative.”
There was a sigh of relief from the Shitenhoji captain. His head, still tilted back, only turned to the side as he watched Atobe walk to the cubicle. It took his the short silence after the other's last sentence for the blonde to realise he also needed the shower. That's why he was there. He dropped his boxers and moved to the next cubicle.
"I've read about it," in that Rikkai's player journal. It was still early, Shiraishi functions weren't at full power yet. "Doesn't sound very appealing," he could still see Atobe from his cubicle, since the division was low enough to see from the shoulders up. At any other circumstances, he would have loved the view, but he could also be seen and it was clear that shower, on crutches, wasnt the easiest task. "No shower and, according to him, he didnt have a toothbrush either."
"Indeed. It was a rather alarming oversight." Though honestly in Atobe's mind nothing, absolutely nothing could rival the indignity of having to relief himself into a bucket. As such Hyoutei's captain spent extra care on scrubbing his private parts.
"One I hope not to see," and that's was because he didnt know about the bucket business. He would be mortified if he did. He leaned against the divisions and crossed his arms over it, looking at the other teen. "So not even Atobe Kei-chan could make that place better with his presence?" He said playfully.
"Oh, I imagine my presence greatly improved the entire thing." Atobe retorted, shifting under the spray to rinse of for the first of several rounds. "Sadly I had no chance to converse with the people who benefited."
Shiraishi let out a little laugh, amused, and smiled. "I bet it did. And you are the student council president, you could always suggest some improvements to the solitary cells," it was a joke of course.
"That is an excellent idea Shiraishi." Atobe nodded sagely and began to scrub shampoo into his hair. "I shall have the secretary write up a suggestion." It would be a certain vindictive pleasure no matter how futile, considering the identity of the secretary.
"I am full of those" he smiled, watching Atobe wash himself while forgetting to do the same. "Who's your secretary?" he added absently. Shiraishi hadn't been paying much attention to the student council even tho he wanted to join in the beginning. Now, he realised it, his energy would better serve elsewhere. Besides, he has a thing for shampoo smell, so he was more curious about that.
"Tezuka." Atobe breathed his fellow captain's name with a certain vindictive glee, even as water and foam ran down his face, chest and back.
Tezuka?! Oh, that was just perfect. Shiraishi already thougt Atobe had a certain obsession with the Seigaku captain, and now he just gave him yet another reason for them to spend more time together and likely, alone. Way to go, Kuranosuke he thought, but on the outside, he laughed, dropping his head over the arms, which were folded over the division of the cubicles.
"Have I just unintentionally set you up on a date with Tezuka?" he said playfully, than raised his head. "Oh my, I was trying to be charming and it completely backfired," he smiled at his own misfortune... After all, what else could he do but to joke about it?
"I would hardly consider the work of the student council a date Shraishi." Atobe rebuked him mildly, trading the shampoo for the conditioner now. "And considering this whole mess was his idea it seems only just that he takes responsibility."
"A date no less," even if not a real romantic date. "Let's be honest, it's less about responsibility and more about you forcing him to do something he will certainly find pointless just because you can. A second punishment."
He reached out a hand, invading the others cubicle. "Your hair always smells so nice.What shampoo do you use?"
"I don't usually consider a date with me punishment." Atobe remarked with a minute smirk. "My shampoo? He glanced over at Shiraishi then picked up the bottle and passed it over. "I have it imported since I don't have the typically Japanese hair."
“No,” Shiraishi thought for a moment, smirking back at the other, “if only the punish for misbehaving was a date with you, I would probably go around behaving less like myself and more like Kintarou.”
He took the shampoo and looked at the back, to check where it was made, then unscrewed it check the scent. “Mm… this is nice indeed,” he screwed back on, turning the product over again. The blonde wasn’t bad at English but he wasn’t fluent either. “Kurinsu withouto suturipingu color..?.” he read that part slowly, and because it was slowly he said it with the strongest Japanese accent, which it wouldn’t happen if he would speak English normally. All the rest was easy to understand, even the part that said ‘sulfate-free’, since he was a chemistry geek. “Eeh… I don’t understand that part.”
Biting back a smirk at Shiraishi's mangled English Atobe held his hand out for the bottle again. "It means it cleans without attacking the colour." He explained. "And see, that's the reason right there why it isn't. I wouldn't want to encourage such an upstanding member of the student body to misbehave."
“Then maybe you should reward good behavior. That works for me too,” he smiled and winked. No, he hadn’t given up just yet. “And I see…. say, Kei-chan, who’s the foreigner in your family?” he was assuming the other had a mixed background, but he definitely didn’t look full Japanese, not that Shiraishi did himself, not with his hair.
"My grandmother on my father's side." It wasn't something Atobe felt very strongly about. Sure he had spent his first decade in England and his family always kept themselves apart in some ways but he had no hang-ups about nationality, or strange notions of pure bloodlines.
"If you put it like that...but it would have to be very, very good behaviour." He smirked. "After all I can't spend my entire time dating the majority of the students." Putting the shampoo bottle away he picked up the matching conditioner instead.
“Ah, not that far back then,” he pointed out. It didn’t matter for Shiraishi either, but like most Japanese people, being even a little foreigner was a pretty cool thing. “That’s nice. A girl in my class back in middle school used to say that mixed Japanese were more handsome. I thought she was trying to hit on me. But she might have been right.”
Finally, the Osakan stepped back into the water to start washing his own hair. “No, of course not, that sounds like a lot of work,“ he smirked, “but what would you consider very very good behaviour? Good grades?” he had perfect score in virtually everything, hence it being his first question.
"Obviously she was right." Atobe preened for a moment, massaging the conditioner into the ends of his hair that was getting disturbingly long for his taste. With Yuushi they already had one team member who resembled a shag carpet, that completely filled his need for personal expression.
"Though I suppose it is always a question of aesthetics - I have met a few Japanese who weren't bad to look at without any foreign influence." He admitted.
"As for how good...excellent grades would of course be a prerequisite but I don't feel like it should all. I have little desire to date Inui or Rikkai's Yanagi." Atobe raised an eyebrow. "Maybe outstanding achievements in another field as well..." Tennis of course would be the obvious choice.
“Clearly, since as far as I know, I have no foreign background and I’m still..” Shiraishi paused and thought for a moment, “well… me,” and he was very very sure he was extremely handsome. “I agree. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to go on a date with Sanada either. As far as I know, his grades are pretty high. Not better than mine, of course.” He quickly washed his hair, not dedicating even half the time on it as Atobe. “Mm… outstanding achievements in another field? Could that be gardening? Or maybe yoga,... a flexible person is always good. Healthy one too,” he said playfully, “those are all very important things, and it would narrow it down I’m sure.”
"It is still supposed to be a reward - I don't think somebody can be rewarded for being healthy, hm?" Atobe spent the time waiting for his conditioner to work giving himself another scrub down.
“Are you serious?” Shiraishi looked at him with surprised eyes and leaned over the stall parting like before, “Being healthy requires undying discipline, Kei-chan. It’s not simply luck and good genes, it’s years and years of hard work and self-control. If there is one single achievement that should be rewarded is the ability of being healthy when there are countless tempting things in life.”
"Hm, I suppose you do have a point." Atobe hummed then let his eyes slide down Shiraishi's form. "Though wouldn't that disqualify you just as much as Sanada, ahn?"
The Osakan looked down at his foot and shook his head. “No. I’m still healthy. The injury was an accident. You can’t blame a healthy person if they suffered an injury due to that, which, if I may say, is my case. As for Sanada, he has had knee issues for a long time, so I say, unhealthy knees,” he smirked, “That goes for unhealthy shoulders too, just so you know,...and any other body parts damaged because of too much, and probably wrong, use.”
That was it. It probably narrowed down to him. He was happy with himself, even if it was all banter.
"Are you trying to exclude anybody in particular, ahn?" Atobe drawled, giving Shiraishi an amused look. "Or just trying to make yourself the most eligible nominee?"
“Mm…” Shiraishi sounded as he opened one eye and looked at Atobe, rinsing his hair, “... my my, Kei-chan,” he dragged his speech in a mock surprise at the accusation, “I wouldn’t do something like that. I’m trying to find you the best of the best.” Running a hand through his hair, brushing it back, the Osakan smirked and turned to the other again and added lightheartedly, “If that happens to be me, it’s mere coincidence.”
"I see." Atobe hummed in amusement. "Then I entrust this decision into your capable hands." Deciding enough time had passed he rinsed his conditioner out and stepped out of the cubicle to pick up his towel. "How long do you think it will take?"
Shiraishi had long finished his shower but he stayed there for as lost as the Hyoutei captain did, so as soon as Atobe left, so did he. “For me to find you the suitable person for the reward?” he had to dry himself where he was, at least a little, because the bag around the brace and the crutches would drag water everywhere.
"That was the point, wasn't it?" Atobe drawled, towelling his hair before rubbing the fabric over his chest and arms.
The Osakan finally wrapped the towel around his waist and moved from the shower area. “Not long. Why? Do you feel like going on a date that soon?”
"I'm in no particular hurry." Atobe shrugged placidly. "So do be sure to be thorough."
Next the towel went down each leg before his private parts got a quick pat down. Once he was satisfied Hyotei's captain slipped on the clean uniform.
“I will be. I don’t want you to reward someone with your presense who doesn’t deserve it. Besides, I would be jealous of the undeserving student. But knowing you are on a date with the right one makes me fell a lot better.” Shiraishi, unfortunately, could not be that fast. He sat down on the bench and grabbed another towel to dry the rest of his body. Since he could not keep up with Atobe’s pace, he decided to watch him instead and smiled playfully once he was finally dressed. “Mm, I thought your behind looked pretty good in that black outfit, but you know what, it looks just as good in the uniform. I'm starting to think you might just have a really nice butt.”
"I'm so glad you have come to that conclusion." Atobe smirked and collected his things from the cubicle to stow them away again, draping the damp towel over his arm. "There is not an inch on my person than is less than fabulous"
“Well,” the Osakan started, nipping his bottom lip briefly then telling them curve into a little smirk, “I haven’t seen every single inch of you… yet… but I do believe you are right. Nonetheless…” Shiraishi cut his sentence there.
"Really." Atobe drawled, giving Shiraishi an amused look. "I can say you have had a better look than most." He prodded some mild fun at the other teen. "And nonetheless? Don't turn shy on me now Shiraishi."
“Have I?” Shiraishi laughed lightheartedly, but inside he wanted to stand up, walk up to Atobe, cup his face firmly, pin him against the locker behind him and kiss that mouth he so desperately wanted to explore. But the crutches would make it all complicated and awkward, so he didn’t even try. It had to be perfect, and it just wouldn’t. “Aren’t I lucky,” he gave the other a wink, “and I don’t usually brag, but so are you,” there was so much more the Osakan wanted to show though, but he couldn’t brag about that yet.
“And me shy?” the blonde chuckled a little and shook his head, “Never~...nonetheless, Kei-chan, even though I believe you entirely, I’d rather check it for myself,” he stared, “I’m just that kind of person, you see.”
"Indeed." Atobe nodded sagely. "Very commendable of course, to be so thorough." He smirked. "And what kind of examination would be required to satisfy you?"
Oh my, was Atobe really going to keep poking at him like that? There was so much self-control Shiraishi could have, and sometimes he didn't even want to have any, so the other captain was playing with fire.
"I know, I am worthy of that reward." His heart was suddenly beating faster again. It wasn't because he was nervous, but because he was trying to look calm and composed when inside it felt like a battle between his impulses and his conscious mind. "What kind?" he smirked back, "The kind I have to show rather than talk about it. It's more..." he paused and touched his face, thinking, "...understandable that way."
"Really..." Atobe murmured, blue eyes dancing. "Am I correct in assuming that this examination would be best performed away from public eyes then?" He cocked a pale, perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"Mm,.." Atobe was going to kill him if this suddenly lead to nothing, but Shiraishi kept his external expression at bay and smiled, softly however, "... some of it is fine anywhere, anytime... but most, a quiet place is prefarred. And yet some definitely need away from public eyes," the smiled widened, "to a majority of people anyway." The line that followed wasn't meant to leave his lips, but it did anyway, "The inches of you I already know to be fabulous and others not very far from them can be examined right here since there is no one around, for example." Between the lines, it screamed 'i want to kiss you right now', so much it hurt his stomach.
"Only inches?" Atobe pursed his lips. "I feel like it should be more." As much as he enjoyed the banter though his hair war staring to curl and dry in a most dreadful fashion and if he wanted to tame it into any semblance of its usual shape before classes began he would need all the time he could get. "Well, in any case do let me know when you have come to a decision." He flashed a small smirk at Shiraishi and headed for the door. "You know where to find me."
“I feel like it should he a lot more as well,” not in the same sense of ‘should’ Atobe probably meant, but it was fun to play with words, besides, the other teen seemed to like that sort of game. But when he made it to leave, and it all did seem like just a game, Shiraishi felt his heart tighten.
“Awww, leaving me already?” the blonde smiled however, but didn’t try to stop the other is any way, “I know and I will” he added right after, “and… Atobe” he sighed before his tone mellowed, “I’m glad you’re fine.” It was more than glad, but he didn’t know how to express it in words.
"I know." Atobe smirked, clasping Shiraishi's shoulder for a moment. "But you better not swaddled any more or you will be late for class." Pulling his hand back Hyoutei's captain gave a last lazy wave before departing.
Where: Showers
When: 3rd September, morning.
Rating: just flirting~
Summary: Atobe just returned from his solitary and bumps into Shiraishi.
He wasn’t sure where he had been or even how he had been returned to the dorms but what Atobe definitely knew was that he was not in any state for company, polite or otherwise until he hadn’t scrubbed off at least three layers of skin and burned the black outfit he had been wearing the last several days, no matter how good it made his ass look. Gathering together a fresh set of clothes and towels he pushed the door open and strode toward the showers with a determined stride.
It was tuesday, and Shiraishi was expecting both Tezula and Atobe to be returned that day, considering that Akaya and his Rikkaidai senpai had been returned the night before. The other two seemed fine, if not a little weirded out by the whole experience, but yet, Shiraishi was worried to the point he hardly slept. For that reason, he was up really early and decided to taken a shower before most woke up. After all, it took him a long time to get through it in his condition.
The blonde teen was sitting on the bench, wrapping his brace in plastic, his mind elsewhere though.
Pushing the door to the showers open Atobe was pleased when he was greeted by the silence announcing a general lack of occupation. Turning a corner he was caught off guard when he spotted Shiraishi on the bench, busy with his brace. For a moment he was tempted to retreat again, the solitude of his captivity coming to a sudden end. “Shiraishi.” He greeted, busying himself with putting the fresh clothes so he could begin removing the dark outfit.
For a split second, Shiraishi thought he has imagined that voice. That’s how deep in thought he was by the time Atobe walked into the showers. But then, as he looked down, trying to seal his brace the best possible way so no water would come in, he noticed a pair of feet and soon a black outfit drooping to the floor. He raised his eyes, big in surprise. “Kei-chan!!” without a second thought, he reached for his crutches and stood up, coming closer, “Are you ok?!” he said, worried and also sounding guilty.
“I’m fine.” Atobe assured Shiraishi, glancing over the other man while stripping his pants off. “Rumors of my death will have been greatly exaggerated.” Or wishful thinking in Sanada’s case. “I take it they didn’t catch on to you?” Glancing past Shiraishi he spotted a trashcan and scooped both his shirt and trousers up to deposit both inside with a flourish.
“Are you sure?” Shiraishi insisted, reaching and holding the other by the shoulder. It was only briefly though, to confirm for himself the other wasn’t physically hurt, then let him go to steady himself on the crutch again. “No,..” he continued, “they said you were taken but you would be fine. I was still worried though, you never know.” And as for Atobe’s question, Shiraishi felt rather ashamed and in need to apologise. “They didn’t see me. I…” he paused and sighed deeply, “I tried to call you, I saw them coming, but my phone, it just wouldn’t complete the call. I’m … I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Atobe waved it off then pulled his slip off as well to add it to the bin. “I’m glad you didn’t get too caught up in this - both you and Sanada still have to depend on the good-will of our captors.” He studied Shiraishi again. “Did anything happen during our absence?”
“I keep wondering if they knew,” Shiraishi looked down, thinking as he stared down at his brace. If he hadn’t been wearing that, if he didn’t have the crutches, would he have joined that stupid mission? Atobe followed Tezuka, for one reason or another. Either because he just couldn’t just sit and watch- he was Atobe after all- or too look after the other captain. Shiraishi wondered if he would have followed Atobe then. How reckless. “They were onto you two before you could do much” he added, his 1984 Big Brother conspiracy growing in his mind. But his tone changed. Usually, Shiraishi, even when serious, sounds rather relaxed, but not this time. “I have to say, that was one pretty damn stupid idea. I can’t believe Tezuka came up with it. Who does he think he is, spider-man?” The Osakan was clearly annoyed, but not with anger but fear. “How long are we going to be this careless? You could have been killed! I thought you were. Then what? And Sanada,” he shook his head, “so easily accepting death to save another student. What is wrong with everyone? We can’t go against the bullshit they tells us all the time without thinking what could happen. Without planning properly, with hiding it from everyone else.”
Shiraishi has three days to mull it over. Three days thinking the worst, so his thoughts all came rolling down his tongue without constraint. “Nothing much happened though. Some people go worked up. Students seemed very quiet at school yesterday. That was it though. I think now people are even scared to talk about things.” He let go of a crutch to his his hand through his hair. “What happened to you?”
“Not much. “ Atobe sighed, agreeing with Shiraishi on many of the points the other had reached but nevertheless displeased with being on the receiving end of the other captain’s ire. “I don’t know how Tezuka has fared but i was simply confined to a rather basic room - somewhere on the island.” He shrugged. “But i wasnt mistreated in any way that would violate the Geneva convention.”
The comments weren't meant to please, not this time and deep inside, Shiraishi didn't really care if Atobe was offended by it. Maybe if he was he wouldn't act in such a way again. "The same as Kirihara then," he pointed out. "I suppose there is nothing in the Geneva convention about showers, is there."
“No.” Atobe wrinkled his nose and looked down his body. He wasn’t dirty, he had availed himself himself to the makeshift shower opportunity provided to them but aside from the lack of hot water, soap or other amenities there were other factors that left one feeling dirty. “So Marui and Kirihara have been returned then as well? That is good to know.” He moved to walk past Shiraishi and head toward one of the shower cubicles.
As Atobe looked down his own body, so did Shiraishi. Why no? What was beautiful was there to to be shared, even if at that moment, the Osakan was pretty upset with the other two captains less than wise move.
“They were returned yesterday morning.” He followed Atobe with his eyes and before he could walk past him, Shiraishi raised his crutch and blocked the way, looking at the other with unhappy brownish grey eyes. Hardly ever the Shitenhoji captain have such face on.
Finding his way blocked by Shiraishi’s crutch Atobe turned to his fellow captain and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “I do realize you are enjoying the view Shiraishi but I was hoping to have a shower.” He drawled coolly, arms coming up to rest over his chest. “Or is there a reason not to.”
“Kura,” the blonde teen said in a less than playful tone as he continue to block the path. “The fact that you are alive and unhurt is, right now, a more enjoyable view than you being naked,” though that was good too, Shiraishi wasn’t exactly thinking of that despite the shameless stare. His tone softened after that. “Please, promise me you won’t do something this stupid again, Kei-chan.”
“I’m afraid that is a promise I can’t make.” Atobe sighed, relaxing his defensive stance. “I can only assure you that I was aware of the rather foolhardy nature of the undertaking from the beginning.”
Reaching out he touched the crutch and gently nudged it downwards. “You don't have to fear that I will unwittingly put myself in danger.” He assured in a low purr.
There was nothing Shiraishi could do but free the path for Atobe to walk past, but the fact that he seemed certain that eventually he would do something stupid, brought yet more worry to the Osakan’s face.
“Don’t I?” he tilted his head back, leaning it against the locker behind him and stared, as if staring with enough intensity would allow him to see whether he had to he scared of the other teen doing something that would put his life in danger or not.
“I’m not that kind of person.” Atobe told Shiraishi then ducked into the shower cubicle to start the water. “Now that I know the consequences I am even more inclined to avoid a repeat.” He squirted a generous amount of shower gel into his palm and began to lather up vigorously. “As basic as our accommodations here are they are much preferable to the alternative.”
There was a sigh of relief from the Shitenhoji captain. His head, still tilted back, only turned to the side as he watched Atobe walk to the cubicle. It took his the short silence after the other's last sentence for the blonde to realise he also needed the shower. That's why he was there. He dropped his boxers and moved to the next cubicle.
"I've read about it," in that Rikkai's player journal. It was still early, Shiraishi functions weren't at full power yet. "Doesn't sound very appealing," he could still see Atobe from his cubicle, since the division was low enough to see from the shoulders up. At any other circumstances, he would have loved the view, but he could also be seen and it was clear that shower, on crutches, wasnt the easiest task. "No shower and, according to him, he didnt have a toothbrush either."
"Indeed. It was a rather alarming oversight." Though honestly in Atobe's mind nothing, absolutely nothing could rival the indignity of having to relief himself into a bucket. As such Hyoutei's captain spent extra care on scrubbing his private parts.
"One I hope not to see," and that's was because he didnt know about the bucket business. He would be mortified if he did. He leaned against the divisions and crossed his arms over it, looking at the other teen. "So not even Atobe Kei-chan could make that place better with his presence?" He said playfully.
"Oh, I imagine my presence greatly improved the entire thing." Atobe retorted, shifting under the spray to rinse of for the first of several rounds. "Sadly I had no chance to converse with the people who benefited."
Shiraishi let out a little laugh, amused, and smiled. "I bet it did. And you are the student council president, you could always suggest some improvements to the solitary cells," it was a joke of course.
"That is an excellent idea Shiraishi." Atobe nodded sagely and began to scrub shampoo into his hair. "I shall have the secretary write up a suggestion." It would be a certain vindictive pleasure no matter how futile, considering the identity of the secretary.
"I am full of those" he smiled, watching Atobe wash himself while forgetting to do the same. "Who's your secretary?" he added absently. Shiraishi hadn't been paying much attention to the student council even tho he wanted to join in the beginning. Now, he realised it, his energy would better serve elsewhere. Besides, he has a thing for shampoo smell, so he was more curious about that.
"Tezuka." Atobe breathed his fellow captain's name with a certain vindictive glee, even as water and foam ran down his face, chest and back.
Tezuka?! Oh, that was just perfect. Shiraishi already thougt Atobe had a certain obsession with the Seigaku captain, and now he just gave him yet another reason for them to spend more time together and likely, alone. Way to go, Kuranosuke he thought, but on the outside, he laughed, dropping his head over the arms, which were folded over the division of the cubicles.
"Have I just unintentionally set you up on a date with Tezuka?" he said playfully, than raised his head. "Oh my, I was trying to be charming and it completely backfired," he smiled at his own misfortune... After all, what else could he do but to joke about it?
"I would hardly consider the work of the student council a date Shraishi." Atobe rebuked him mildly, trading the shampoo for the conditioner now. "And considering this whole mess was his idea it seems only just that he takes responsibility."
"A date no less," even if not a real romantic date. "Let's be honest, it's less about responsibility and more about you forcing him to do something he will certainly find pointless just because you can. A second punishment."
He reached out a hand, invading the others cubicle. "Your hair always smells so nice.What shampoo do you use?"
"I don't usually consider a date with me punishment." Atobe remarked with a minute smirk. "My shampoo? He glanced over at Shiraishi then picked up the bottle and passed it over. "I have it imported since I don't have the typically Japanese hair."
“No,” Shiraishi thought for a moment, smirking back at the other, “if only the punish for misbehaving was a date with you, I would probably go around behaving less like myself and more like Kintarou.”
He took the shampoo and looked at the back, to check where it was made, then unscrewed it check the scent. “Mm… this is nice indeed,” he screwed back on, turning the product over again. The blonde wasn’t bad at English but he wasn’t fluent either. “Kurinsu withouto suturipingu color..?.” he read that part slowly, and because it was slowly he said it with the strongest Japanese accent, which it wouldn’t happen if he would speak English normally. All the rest was easy to understand, even the part that said ‘sulfate-free’, since he was a chemistry geek. “Eeh… I don’t understand that part.”
Biting back a smirk at Shiraishi's mangled English Atobe held his hand out for the bottle again. "It means it cleans without attacking the colour." He explained. "And see, that's the reason right there why it isn't. I wouldn't want to encourage such an upstanding member of the student body to misbehave."
“Then maybe you should reward good behavior. That works for me too,” he smiled and winked. No, he hadn’t given up just yet. “And I see…. say, Kei-chan, who’s the foreigner in your family?” he was assuming the other had a mixed background, but he definitely didn’t look full Japanese, not that Shiraishi did himself, not with his hair.
"My grandmother on my father's side." It wasn't something Atobe felt very strongly about. Sure he had spent his first decade in England and his family always kept themselves apart in some ways but he had no hang-ups about nationality, or strange notions of pure bloodlines.
"If you put it like that...but it would have to be very, very good behaviour." He smirked. "After all I can't spend my entire time dating the majority of the students." Putting the shampoo bottle away he picked up the matching conditioner instead.
“Ah, not that far back then,” he pointed out. It didn’t matter for Shiraishi either, but like most Japanese people, being even a little foreigner was a pretty cool thing. “That’s nice. A girl in my class back in middle school used to say that mixed Japanese were more handsome. I thought she was trying to hit on me. But she might have been right.”
Finally, the Osakan stepped back into the water to start washing his own hair. “No, of course not, that sounds like a lot of work,“ he smirked, “but what would you consider very very good behaviour? Good grades?” he had perfect score in virtually everything, hence it being his first question.
"Obviously she was right." Atobe preened for a moment, massaging the conditioner into the ends of his hair that was getting disturbingly long for his taste. With Yuushi they already had one team member who resembled a shag carpet, that completely filled his need for personal expression.
"Though I suppose it is always a question of aesthetics - I have met a few Japanese who weren't bad to look at without any foreign influence." He admitted.
"As for how good...excellent grades would of course be a prerequisite but I don't feel like it should all. I have little desire to date Inui or Rikkai's Yanagi." Atobe raised an eyebrow. "Maybe outstanding achievements in another field as well..." Tennis of course would be the obvious choice.
“Clearly, since as far as I know, I have no foreign background and I’m still..” Shiraishi paused and thought for a moment, “well… me,” and he was very very sure he was extremely handsome. “I agree. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to go on a date with Sanada either. As far as I know, his grades are pretty high. Not better than mine, of course.” He quickly washed his hair, not dedicating even half the time on it as Atobe. “Mm… outstanding achievements in another field? Could that be gardening? Or maybe yoga,... a flexible person is always good. Healthy one too,” he said playfully, “those are all very important things, and it would narrow it down I’m sure.”
"It is still supposed to be a reward - I don't think somebody can be rewarded for being healthy, hm?" Atobe spent the time waiting for his conditioner to work giving himself another scrub down.
“Are you serious?” Shiraishi looked at him with surprised eyes and leaned over the stall parting like before, “Being healthy requires undying discipline, Kei-chan. It’s not simply luck and good genes, it’s years and years of hard work and self-control. If there is one single achievement that should be rewarded is the ability of being healthy when there are countless tempting things in life.”
"Hm, I suppose you do have a point." Atobe hummed then let his eyes slide down Shiraishi's form. "Though wouldn't that disqualify you just as much as Sanada, ahn?"
The Osakan looked down at his foot and shook his head. “No. I’m still healthy. The injury was an accident. You can’t blame a healthy person if they suffered an injury due to that, which, if I may say, is my case. As for Sanada, he has had knee issues for a long time, so I say, unhealthy knees,” he smirked, “That goes for unhealthy shoulders too, just so you know,...and any other body parts damaged because of too much, and probably wrong, use.”
That was it. It probably narrowed down to him. He was happy with himself, even if it was all banter.
"Are you trying to exclude anybody in particular, ahn?" Atobe drawled, giving Shiraishi an amused look. "Or just trying to make yourself the most eligible nominee?"
“Mm…” Shiraishi sounded as he opened one eye and looked at Atobe, rinsing his hair, “... my my, Kei-chan,” he dragged his speech in a mock surprise at the accusation, “I wouldn’t do something like that. I’m trying to find you the best of the best.” Running a hand through his hair, brushing it back, the Osakan smirked and turned to the other again and added lightheartedly, “If that happens to be me, it’s mere coincidence.”
"I see." Atobe hummed in amusement. "Then I entrust this decision into your capable hands." Deciding enough time had passed he rinsed his conditioner out and stepped out of the cubicle to pick up his towel. "How long do you think it will take?"
Shiraishi had long finished his shower but he stayed there for as lost as the Hyoutei captain did, so as soon as Atobe left, so did he. “For me to find you the suitable person for the reward?” he had to dry himself where he was, at least a little, because the bag around the brace and the crutches would drag water everywhere.
"That was the point, wasn't it?" Atobe drawled, towelling his hair before rubbing the fabric over his chest and arms.
The Osakan finally wrapped the towel around his waist and moved from the shower area. “Not long. Why? Do you feel like going on a date that soon?”
"I'm in no particular hurry." Atobe shrugged placidly. "So do be sure to be thorough."
Next the towel went down each leg before his private parts got a quick pat down. Once he was satisfied Hyotei's captain slipped on the clean uniform.
“I will be. I don’t want you to reward someone with your presense who doesn’t deserve it. Besides, I would be jealous of the undeserving student. But knowing you are on a date with the right one makes me fell a lot better.” Shiraishi, unfortunately, could not be that fast. He sat down on the bench and grabbed another towel to dry the rest of his body. Since he could not keep up with Atobe’s pace, he decided to watch him instead and smiled playfully once he was finally dressed. “Mm, I thought your behind looked pretty good in that black outfit, but you know what, it looks just as good in the uniform. I'm starting to think you might just have a really nice butt.”
"I'm so glad you have come to that conclusion." Atobe smirked and collected his things from the cubicle to stow them away again, draping the damp towel over his arm. "There is not an inch on my person than is less than fabulous"
“Well,” the Osakan started, nipping his bottom lip briefly then telling them curve into a little smirk, “I haven’t seen every single inch of you… yet… but I do believe you are right. Nonetheless…” Shiraishi cut his sentence there.
"Really." Atobe drawled, giving Shiraishi an amused look. "I can say you have had a better look than most." He prodded some mild fun at the other teen. "And nonetheless? Don't turn shy on me now Shiraishi."
“Have I?” Shiraishi laughed lightheartedly, but inside he wanted to stand up, walk up to Atobe, cup his face firmly, pin him against the locker behind him and kiss that mouth he so desperately wanted to explore. But the crutches would make it all complicated and awkward, so he didn’t even try. It had to be perfect, and it just wouldn’t. “Aren’t I lucky,” he gave the other a wink, “and I don’t usually brag, but so are you,” there was so much more the Osakan wanted to show though, but he couldn’t brag about that yet.
“And me shy?” the blonde chuckled a little and shook his head, “Never~...nonetheless, Kei-chan, even though I believe you entirely, I’d rather check it for myself,” he stared, “I’m just that kind of person, you see.”
"Indeed." Atobe nodded sagely. "Very commendable of course, to be so thorough." He smirked. "And what kind of examination would be required to satisfy you?"
Oh my, was Atobe really going to keep poking at him like that? There was so much self-control Shiraishi could have, and sometimes he didn't even want to have any, so the other captain was playing with fire.
"I know, I am worthy of that reward." His heart was suddenly beating faster again. It wasn't because he was nervous, but because he was trying to look calm and composed when inside it felt like a battle between his impulses and his conscious mind. "What kind?" he smirked back, "The kind I have to show rather than talk about it. It's more..." he paused and touched his face, thinking, "...understandable that way."
"Really..." Atobe murmured, blue eyes dancing. "Am I correct in assuming that this examination would be best performed away from public eyes then?" He cocked a pale, perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"Mm,.." Atobe was going to kill him if this suddenly lead to nothing, but Shiraishi kept his external expression at bay and smiled, softly however, "... some of it is fine anywhere, anytime... but most, a quiet place is prefarred. And yet some definitely need away from public eyes," the smiled widened, "to a majority of people anyway." The line that followed wasn't meant to leave his lips, but it did anyway, "The inches of you I already know to be fabulous and others not very far from them can be examined right here since there is no one around, for example." Between the lines, it screamed 'i want to kiss you right now', so much it hurt his stomach.
"Only inches?" Atobe pursed his lips. "I feel like it should be more." As much as he enjoyed the banter though his hair war staring to curl and dry in a most dreadful fashion and if he wanted to tame it into any semblance of its usual shape before classes began he would need all the time he could get. "Well, in any case do let me know when you have come to a decision." He flashed a small smirk at Shiraishi and headed for the door. "You know where to find me."
“I feel like it should he a lot more as well,” not in the same sense of ‘should’ Atobe probably meant, but it was fun to play with words, besides, the other teen seemed to like that sort of game. But when he made it to leave, and it all did seem like just a game, Shiraishi felt his heart tighten.
“Awww, leaving me already?” the blonde smiled however, but didn’t try to stop the other is any way, “I know and I will” he added right after, “and… Atobe” he sighed before his tone mellowed, “I’m glad you’re fine.” It was more than glad, but he didn’t know how to express it in words.
"I know." Atobe smirked, clasping Shiraishi's shoulder for a moment. "But you better not swaddled any more or you will be late for class." Pulling his hand back Hyoutei's captain gave a last lazy wave before departing.