Round in Circles
I know this isn't the fic I promised you, Emily. ;__; I'm working on it, though, I swear!! It's just...inspiration bonked me in the head, and I had to get this out. XD
PRINCE OF TENNIS, YOU ARE CONSUMING MY LIFE.
MomoKaidoh (as in BOY X BOY). Series of drabbles.
Warning: Some language.
“Watch it, dumbass. You’re in my way. Go practice somewhere else.”
Kaidoh’s eyes narrow. “I was here first, moron. You go practice somewhere else.”
Momo taps his racket against his shoulder twice, slowly, because he knows he’s pissing Kaidoh off, and if anything livens a boring day, it’s pissing Kaidoh off. “No,” he says. “I like this court. I always practice here.” He doesn’t grin when Kaidoh’s eyebrow begins twitching, though he wants to. The grin’ll come later.
“Shut up, you don’t.” Kaidoh’s voice is measured, with a razor edge. He always sounds angry, sure, but he only uses this tone of voice with Momo, and Momo’s discovered he’s a bit smug about that. What he hasn’t discovered is why.
“How do you know? Are you so obsessed with me that you watch me whenever I practice?”
Kaidoh looks like he wants to reach out and choke Momo. He punches him on the shoulder instead.
“I wouldn’t waste time spying on an idiot.”
Except that they’re rivals, and according to unspoken Rivalry Code, rivals watch each other like hawks. It’s a fine line between stalking and information gathering, really, but everyone who has ever had a rival just sort of ignores the creepiness of it on principle.
For example, Momo telling Kaidoh that his boxers are showing and following up with a few comments about needing a belt with those shorts because his boxers have never showed before could be considered a tad…weird under different circumstances-Momo doesn’t look at Kaidoh’s shorts. Why the hell would he be looking at Kaidoh’s shorts?-but right now, it’s perfectly appropriate.
Especially since his boxers are pink. And they have purple hearts all over them.
Momo grins. A wide, shit-eating grin that shows teeth.
“Nice boxers, Mamushi. You might wanna hike up your shorts before you start practicing and people think you’re a flamer.”
The fact that the boxers are obscenely cute has nothing to do with the reason why Momo lets Kaidoh land another punch on him, of course. Nor does Momo thinking that he wouldn’t mind seeing the boxers more often because they’re so cute and out of place on Kaidoh, which only makes them cuter.
Momo shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts at all, and he hopes the impact of Kaidoh’s fist on his cheek will knock loose the queer that’s lodged somewhere in his brain.
But even after Kaidoh, face flushed, hisses and yanks his shorts up, Momo knows those damn boxers are still there, and they’re still cute as hell.
Ah, well. Kaidoh’s thoroughly pissed off, and that’s all that counts.
***
“Oy, Kaoru-chan.”
Kaidoh turns a shade remarkably similar to a beet. “Don’t call me that,” he snarls. “I told you not to call me that, bastard.”
Momo rumples Kaidoh’s hair and slings an arm around his shoulder and breathes in his ear. “But you liked it last night, Kaoru-chan.” He grabs an onigiri out of Kaidoh’s bento box and stuffs it in his mouth before Kaidoh can bat his hand away or hit him or both. “Man, that’s good. Have your mom make extra tomorrow, eh?”
Kaidoh elbows him in the gut, and Momo makes an “oof!” sound, spraying bits of rice about. Some of it lands on Kaidoh’s head, and he wishes he hadn’t done it. Half-chewed rice in his hair. Half-chewed rice that had been in Momo’s mouth.
“Fine. And don’t call me Kaoru-chan.”
Only after Momo sidles out the door and Kaidoh hears his loud, stupid voice echoing down the hall does he realize that he didn’t contradict Momo’s observation concerning last night.
***
Momo leans against the locker adjacent to Kaidoh’s, trying to figure out what he’s smelling. It’s…citrusy, kind of.
“Mamushi, did you switch shampoos or something?” He bends forward and sticks his nose in Kaidoh’s hair, inhales. Nope. Smells the same as it always does, like musk and cinnamon. Nice smell. Momo’s asked him what shampoo he uses, but every time he does, Kaidoh rolls his eyes and calls him a moron and says it’s his own personal business what shampoo he uses so back off.
Momo’s actually surprised his hair doesn’t smell like sweaty bandana. Or maybe it’s the other way around?
“Stop that, idiot.” Kaidoh turns fast enough to slap his hand over Momo’s face and shove.
Momo responds by digging his heel into Kaidoh’s foot.
“Ouch!” Kaidoh glares at him. “Maniac…” He slams his locker shut and starts walking. Momo follows, both amused and annoyed because he wants to know what that smell is, and since it’s not Kaidoh’s shampoo maybe Kaidoh will be more inclined to share.
“Is it cologne?” He wonders aloud, though he immediately nixes that thought. Most cologne isn’t citrusy. Perfume is, and he highly doubts Kaidoh would wear perfume. Yeah, he can be a total girl sometimes, but that’s a bit much, even for Kaidoh. “Let me smell your bag, Mamushi.”
“Would you shut up? It’s my detergent, okay?” Kaidoh practically smashes Momo’s nose in when he holds out his arm so Momo can sniff his sleeve. “Happy now?”
Yes, as a matter of fact. He is happy now. Dumbass. Should’ve said so earlier…
“What kind of detergent is it?”
Kaidoh gives him a long, steady look.
“My mom buys it,” he says finally. “I don’t know.”
Momo returns the look. “I guess I’ll have to stop by after practice and ask her, then.” With that, he sweeps past Kaidoh into the classroom, smirking.
***
“Why do you wear a bandana?”
“…shut up.”
“It’s a serious question. Why do you wear a bandana?”
Briefly, Kaidoh contemplates braining Momo with his tennis racket, but that’d be messy, and Momo’s thick skull would probably break the racket, anyway.
“Because.”
“Did you just wake up one morning and decide you needed to have a bandana? Or maybe it’s because your head’s an ugly shape and you wanted to cover it-”
On second thought, perhaps Kaidoh can afford to sacrifice one racket.
***
“Momoshiro-kun?”
The nurse looks at him with a concerned expression usually reserved for abused puppies. Momo certainly feels like an abused puppy.
“What on earth happened to you?” She sits him down on one of those chairs that isn’t quite comfortable, but isn’t uncomfortable either, and can only be found in a nurse’s office, fussing over him.
He puts on his best dramatic face and says, “I got hit with a racket.”
***
The first time they kiss, Momo has gum in his mouth, and Kaidoh knows this because the gum winds up in his.
“That’s so gross,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “Why didn’t you take it out, idiot?” He spits the gum into his palm and stares at it as though it’s toxic waste, and Momo laughs.
“It’s just gum, Mamushi. Stop acting like a twit.”
Kaidoh scowls. “That’s not the point. You should’ve taken it out before…”
“Before?” Momo cocks an eyebrow. “Before what? Before this?” He puts his hand on the back of Kaidoh’s neck and kisses him again.
And while they’re sucking face, Kaidoh sticks the gum in Momo’s hair.
***
“Oh my god. Look at his-”
“Shhh! Eiji! Don’t draw attention to it!”
“Aww, you’re no fun, Oishi…”
Echizen snorts. “What a moron.”
Momo doesn’t have his spikes anymore, and secretly, Kaidoh is pleased. They were stupid, anyway.
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OTP, ANYONE? I am so. obsessed. with. this. pairing. GAH. Hope y'all enjoyed. ^.^
PRINCE OF TENNIS, YOU ARE CONSUMING MY LIFE.
MomoKaidoh (as in BOY X BOY). Series of drabbles.
Warning: Some language.
“Watch it, dumbass. You’re in my way. Go practice somewhere else.”
Kaidoh’s eyes narrow. “I was here first, moron. You go practice somewhere else.”
Momo taps his racket against his shoulder twice, slowly, because he knows he’s pissing Kaidoh off, and if anything livens a boring day, it’s pissing Kaidoh off. “No,” he says. “I like this court. I always practice here.” He doesn’t grin when Kaidoh’s eyebrow begins twitching, though he wants to. The grin’ll come later.
“Shut up, you don’t.” Kaidoh’s voice is measured, with a razor edge. He always sounds angry, sure, but he only uses this tone of voice with Momo, and Momo’s discovered he’s a bit smug about that. What he hasn’t discovered is why.
“How do you know? Are you so obsessed with me that you watch me whenever I practice?”
Kaidoh looks like he wants to reach out and choke Momo. He punches him on the shoulder instead.
“I wouldn’t waste time spying on an idiot.”
Except that they’re rivals, and according to unspoken Rivalry Code, rivals watch each other like hawks. It’s a fine line between stalking and information gathering, really, but everyone who has ever had a rival just sort of ignores the creepiness of it on principle.
For example, Momo telling Kaidoh that his boxers are showing and following up with a few comments about needing a belt with those shorts because his boxers have never showed before could be considered a tad…weird under different circumstances-Momo doesn’t look at Kaidoh’s shorts. Why the hell would he be looking at Kaidoh’s shorts?-but right now, it’s perfectly appropriate.
Especially since his boxers are pink. And they have purple hearts all over them.
Momo grins. A wide, shit-eating grin that shows teeth.
“Nice boxers, Mamushi. You might wanna hike up your shorts before you start practicing and people think you’re a flamer.”
The fact that the boxers are obscenely cute has nothing to do with the reason why Momo lets Kaidoh land another punch on him, of course. Nor does Momo thinking that he wouldn’t mind seeing the boxers more often because they’re so cute and out of place on Kaidoh, which only makes them cuter.
Momo shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts at all, and he hopes the impact of Kaidoh’s fist on his cheek will knock loose the queer that’s lodged somewhere in his brain.
But even after Kaidoh, face flushed, hisses and yanks his shorts up, Momo knows those damn boxers are still there, and they’re still cute as hell.
Ah, well. Kaidoh’s thoroughly pissed off, and that’s all that counts.
***
“Oy, Kaoru-chan.”
Kaidoh turns a shade remarkably similar to a beet. “Don’t call me that,” he snarls. “I told you not to call me that, bastard.”
Momo rumples Kaidoh’s hair and slings an arm around his shoulder and breathes in his ear. “But you liked it last night, Kaoru-chan.” He grabs an onigiri out of Kaidoh’s bento box and stuffs it in his mouth before Kaidoh can bat his hand away or hit him or both. “Man, that’s good. Have your mom make extra tomorrow, eh?”
Kaidoh elbows him in the gut, and Momo makes an “oof!” sound, spraying bits of rice about. Some of it lands on Kaidoh’s head, and he wishes he hadn’t done it. Half-chewed rice in his hair. Half-chewed rice that had been in Momo’s mouth.
“Fine. And don’t call me Kaoru-chan.”
Only after Momo sidles out the door and Kaidoh hears his loud, stupid voice echoing down the hall does he realize that he didn’t contradict Momo’s observation concerning last night.
***
Momo leans against the locker adjacent to Kaidoh’s, trying to figure out what he’s smelling. It’s…citrusy, kind of.
“Mamushi, did you switch shampoos or something?” He bends forward and sticks his nose in Kaidoh’s hair, inhales. Nope. Smells the same as it always does, like musk and cinnamon. Nice smell. Momo’s asked him what shampoo he uses, but every time he does, Kaidoh rolls his eyes and calls him a moron and says it’s his own personal business what shampoo he uses so back off.
Momo’s actually surprised his hair doesn’t smell like sweaty bandana. Or maybe it’s the other way around?
“Stop that, idiot.” Kaidoh turns fast enough to slap his hand over Momo’s face and shove.
Momo responds by digging his heel into Kaidoh’s foot.
“Ouch!” Kaidoh glares at him. “Maniac…” He slams his locker shut and starts walking. Momo follows, both amused and annoyed because he wants to know what that smell is, and since it’s not Kaidoh’s shampoo maybe Kaidoh will be more inclined to share.
“Is it cologne?” He wonders aloud, though he immediately nixes that thought. Most cologne isn’t citrusy. Perfume is, and he highly doubts Kaidoh would wear perfume. Yeah, he can be a total girl sometimes, but that’s a bit much, even for Kaidoh. “Let me smell your bag, Mamushi.”
“Would you shut up? It’s my detergent, okay?” Kaidoh practically smashes Momo’s nose in when he holds out his arm so Momo can sniff his sleeve. “Happy now?”
Yes, as a matter of fact. He is happy now. Dumbass. Should’ve said so earlier…
“What kind of detergent is it?”
Kaidoh gives him a long, steady look.
“My mom buys it,” he says finally. “I don’t know.”
Momo returns the look. “I guess I’ll have to stop by after practice and ask her, then.” With that, he sweeps past Kaidoh into the classroom, smirking.
***
“Why do you wear a bandana?”
“…shut up.”
“It’s a serious question. Why do you wear a bandana?”
Briefly, Kaidoh contemplates braining Momo with his tennis racket, but that’d be messy, and Momo’s thick skull would probably break the racket, anyway.
“Because.”
“Did you just wake up one morning and decide you needed to have a bandana? Or maybe it’s because your head’s an ugly shape and you wanted to cover it-”
On second thought, perhaps Kaidoh can afford to sacrifice one racket.
***
“Momoshiro-kun?”
The nurse looks at him with a concerned expression usually reserved for abused puppies. Momo certainly feels like an abused puppy.
“What on earth happened to you?” She sits him down on one of those chairs that isn’t quite comfortable, but isn’t uncomfortable either, and can only be found in a nurse’s office, fussing over him.
He puts on his best dramatic face and says, “I got hit with a racket.”
***
The first time they kiss, Momo has gum in his mouth, and Kaidoh knows this because the gum winds up in his.
“That’s so gross,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “Why didn’t you take it out, idiot?” He spits the gum into his palm and stares at it as though it’s toxic waste, and Momo laughs.
“It’s just gum, Mamushi. Stop acting like a twit.”
Kaidoh scowls. “That’s not the point. You should’ve taken it out before…”
“Before?” Momo cocks an eyebrow. “Before what? Before this?” He puts his hand on the back of Kaidoh’s neck and kisses him again.
And while they’re sucking face, Kaidoh sticks the gum in Momo’s hair.
***
“Oh my god. Look at his-”
“Shhh! Eiji! Don’t draw attention to it!”
“Aww, you’re no fun, Oishi…”
Echizen snorts. “What a moron.”
Momo doesn’t have his spikes anymore, and secretly, Kaidoh is pleased. They were stupid, anyway.
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OTP, ANYONE? I am so. obsessed. with. this. pairing. GAH. Hope y'all enjoyed. ^.^