Fanfic.
Here is a Hajime/Asuka flangst fic.
"Tounomine... Is it really okay for us to do this?"
"Shut up," Hajime growled. He opened the door to his room and yanked Asuka inside. This was all Masamune's fault anyway. Why did he of all people have to show up at the store Hajime frequented? It pissed him off! One moment they were discussing Hajime's favorite nightly masks and the next moment they were standing in front of the yarns his rival so loved. It started with the topic of scarves which turned into mittens and Asuka had brushed his fingers against Hajime's. It was all his fault; Masamune had seduced him!
"We're going to get caught," Asuka protested softly. He was always so soft spoken when he knew nobody but themselves were around. Why? A perfect man like Asuka should be proud all the time! Hajime could understand it no more than the reason why he threw Asuka onto his bed. He tumbled forward and climbed atop the other boy's legs. Asuka trembled beneath his weight, causing shivers of excitment to sprint through his every joint. He forced his irregular breathing to exhale and inhale evenly. He felt the air pass through his dry throat instead of through his nostrils, in tempo with the racing beats numbing the left side of his chest.
"My family is out at a kendo conference this weekend. It would interfere with my perfect attendance so I decided to stay behind." Hajime planted his knee between Asuka's legs and his prey squirmed. A growl began to form from the pit of his stomach from the frustration. Why did it have to be Masamune? Why, when he always angered Hajime the most? Even when Hajime had grabbed onto Asuka's fingers earlier, Asuka only held back tightly and remarked what small hands Hajime had. And how soft they were! What lotion was it? He has run out of it recently. Then, just as now, Hajime's face flushed scarlet with anger and it began to control him.
Asuka shifted into a seated position. At first his eyes darted in every direction because, Hajime assumed, he wanted to make sense of the new environment. This was his first time in Hajime's room, after all. Hajime had never expected to ever let his number one enemy into his house and he was grateful that not a single trace of his secret hobby could be found. There was a disappointment in Asuka's face. His rival's eyes fell upon the floor and his hands were already folded nervously. Hajime had every intention of pinning Asuka down so he could not run away; so he had to challenge him, here and now. Yet he couldn't when he could hear genuine shock in Asuka's voice. "Why?"
Asuka's blue eyes reflected Hajime's burning glare and Hajime momentarily wondered if this was truly how Asuka saw him. The answer was obvious as was Asuka's question. Hajime had tried to yank his hand away when Asuka asked about what products he used. The very same veins near his eyes throbbed in syncopation with his heart. What did Asuka know about his products? Of course he could tell him but when he was so blatantly insulted, could he really talk to Masamune all chummy? Asuka held on. But Tounomine, I like your hands. Hajime clenched his eyelids shut as he recalled the scene, then opened them to a new reflection in Asuka's eyes, one of determination. "Isn't it obvious?"
"I don't understand," Asuka admitted. Hajime hated how he could ariculate so honestly when Hajime internally struggled to accept his feelings. He battled himself to say what little he did and yet Asuka remained a rival greater than himself. Hajime didn't quite understand it himself. Though he and Asuka shared secret hobbies which only the other could truly understand the despair of loving, they truly had nothing more in common. They were opposites and he hated Asuka more than he could hate any other living creature. He wanted Asuka to suffer from shame as badly as he ached.
"...I don't know either." He honestly had no idea why he spoke so honestly. Perhaps he wanted to be like Asuka a little. Perhaps he wished he didn't always have to explode on the spot and storm out. Perhaps he wished he could react like Asuka and chase the ones he cared about when concerned. Perhaps he wished that when Asuka had caught him, that he was the one who asked "did I hurt you?" Yet he was how he was. He planted his palms on Asuka's shoulders and pressed his weight down. His glasses slid down the ridge of his nose and his bangs concealed his expression. He couldn't let anybody see what he truly felt, not even Asuka Masamune who stole the best of him every time.
"This is in the way," Asuka whispered and wrapped an arm around Hajime to pull off his coat. Though cramped, Asuka managed to find a way to fold it and gently place it out of harm's way, on the nightstand, and Hajime despised his good intentions. Even now, Asuka mocked him! Hajime immediately pressed his face against his rival's neck so that Asuka couldn't look at him. It was too shameful. His body locked from shame, there atop Asuka. He knew Asuka's lost expression well. Hajime saw it at the beginning of every match when he raved about how this time he would defeat Masamune. It stared up at him.
Didn't Masamune know? Didn't he predict this would happen? Hajime had responded that of course nothing was wrong. He received a blank stare from Asuka. Masamune shouldn't be so concerned about his enemies, Hajime explained. He had to go home now and their next match was in a week. Shouldn't he be training or did he think he could defeat Hajime without training? Why didn't he leave Hajime there and go his separate way? Why did he have to ask if Hajime had any mittens and if his hands were cold?
"We can begin now." Asuka grabbed Hajime's hand.
Hajime dryly swallowed and sat up. He let Asuka inspect his hand.
His rival of all people offered to knit Hajime a pair of mittens. Hajime insisted that he didn't need such a thing. Asuka insisted that he had spare yarn. He could make it from a dark color so nobody would suspect anything. Hajime insisted that he didn't need such a thing again and announced he planned to buy a leather pair. Asuka smiled at him. Then Hajime didn't have a pair of mittens!
Asuka finally let go of his hands, stood up from the bed, and smiled for the first time since he entered the room. "I can finish it in a few days."
That was the only reason Masamune entered his home, after all.