[drabble] Higa - Kite/Rin-ish
Title: Waiting for Summer
Pairing: Higa, but Kite/Rin
Rating: PG-13
words: 1,158
Summary: Summer vacation is close at hand and Rin can hardly wait. He's got something of a secret.
I needed Higa. And now I can sleep. ♥ Enjoy the fruits of my late-night labor.
It was hot; somehow hotter than it had been yesterday and yesterday had been unbearable. Peeling his damp shirt away from his body to fan his belly with it, Kai scowled and lay back on the stone half-wall in an attempt to shade himself beneath the tree that towered nearby. Hot and miserable as it was, it was Kai’s opinion that it certainly beat having lunch inside the school.
“This sucks,” he grumbled, knocking his hat off his head and considering, for the third time that week, a real haircut. “Why do we come out here, anyway?”
“Because we can,” Rin reminded him, tapping Tanishi on the shoulder and holding his hand out. “Gimme one of those.”
Chinen glanced over, but didn’t comment. Watching Tanishi eat made his stomach hurt most days.
“Gross, what is that?” Kai asked, rising on one elbow to see Rin take a long, brownish something from Tanishi’s hand.
“Pig’s ear,” Tanishi said, uncapping his raspberry tea. “It’s good.”
“Ugh,” Kai groaned, nudging Tanishi with the toe of his shoe. “You guys are nasty.”
“Hey,” Rin said, polishing off his treat and grinning. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Tanishi laughed, snorting when his phone buzzed and startling him. “I told him the same thing when he turned down Minami-chan last week.”
Falling silent, flipping open his phone and scrolling through his texts, Tanishi didn’t notice Rin leaning over the wall to swipe still more of his lunch.
Chinen glanced at Kai, the corner of his mouth quirked in an almost-smile. Kai flipped him off.
“Yeah, like he’d know anything about landing a chick. That fatass hasn’t had pussy since pussy had him.”
Rin giggled, smacking his lips around a bite of pig’s ear. “That was mean, Yuu-kun.”
“Truth hurts,” Kai said, rolling to one side in an attempt to get comfortable. “Kei-kun,” he murmured, growing drowsy in the heat. “Who’s the text from?”
“None of your business,” Tanishi answered absently, thick fingers surprisingly agile over the keypad.
Kai snorted. “Probably his mom.”
“Where’s Eishirou?” Rin asked, drawing a sideways glance from Chinen that everyone noticed but him.
Sighing heavily, Kai hiked up his shirt, belly concave when he snagged his pants lower on his hips. “Probably stayed after class, trying to disprove the theories Sensei was talking about earlier.”
“Which theories?” Tanishi asked, still tapping on his phone.
“How the hell should I know?” Kai demanded. “I could barely stay awake it was so fucking hot in there.”
“Watch your mouth,” Kite said, shoving Kai’s feet off the wall and nearly causing him to lose his balance.
“Eishirou!” Kai exclaimed, tugging his shirt down and righting himself on the ledge. “Been here long?”
“Long enough to hear you shooting your mouth off,” Kite said, hefting his bag and studiously avoiding eye contact with Rin.
Bravely, stupidly, Kai giggled. “I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said, making a little crisscross over his heart. “Cross my heart.”
Remaining silent, Kite glanced down at Tanishi’s bento. “What is he eating?”
“Pig’s ears,” Kai supplied helpfully. “Rin says they’re delicious. Right Rinrin?”
Blushing when Kite favored him with a sardonic glance, Rin surreptitiously wiped his fingertips on his pants and tried for nonchalance. “They’re all right.”
Glancing down, Rin noticed a folded piece of paper between Kite’s forefinger and middle finger and he motioned to it casually. “What’s that?”
Silent for a moment, Kite slid his glasses up along the bridge of his nose and held the paper out to Rin. “I don’t know,” he said. “Some girl stopped me on my way out of Sensei’s class and asked me to give it to you.”
Blinking, surprised, Rin took the note hesitantly. “Seriously? Who was it?”
“A girl,” Kite repeated. “Just like the all the others; I can’t tell them apart.”
“Ooooh,” Kai singsonged. “Rinrin’s got a looooove note. Goodbye virginity!”
Tanishi glanced up, frowning, and began to pack his bento up again. He saved the pig’s ears for Rin. “Shut up, Yuujiroh,” he said.
Rin held the note, but made no move to open it in front of his teammates. His heart was pounding. On the one hand, he wanted someone to love. On the other hand, he wanted that someone to be Kite. Brows drawn together, he turned the folded paper back and forth between his fingers and didn’t notice Chinen and Tanishi moving away from the wall. Lunch was almost over.
Fixing Kai with a hard look, Kite turned his attention purposely to the hat still lying on the ground and Kai was quick to hop off the wall and sweep it up again. “I was sweaty,” he told Kite.
Kite merely grunted. “So get a haircut.”
Dusting the hat off, Kai settled it atop his head again and pursed his lips in some shadow of a pout. “No fair. Rin’s got long hair. You never tell him to get a haircut.”
Kai ambled off, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and kicking at pebbles in his path. Behind him, Kite cleared his throat. “Hirakoba-kun is not the one complaining about his discomfort.”
They left as a group, walking slowly so as to give Rin some privacy without completely leaving him behind. After a second, he unfolded the note quickly. His heart was pounding, his palms were sweating.
It was not, as it turned out, any careful, girlish writing on the paper. What greeted him instead was Kite’s bold, precise script.
Meet me at the dunes after school.
No one suspects. Perhaps we can carry on indefinitely.
Cheeks flushed, face hot, Rin glanced up and swallowed hard. There, beneath a tree, Kite stared solemnly at him. When he turned to step over a buttress root, his glasses glinted in the sunlight. In an instant, Rin was hit with a dozen mental images - some memories of past stolen moments, some wishes of things to come - of himself in Kite’s arms, pressed to Kite’s body, sucking hard at Kite’s lips while the tide rushed in only a few hundred feet away.
Breathing fast when he came back to himself, to the present, Rin slipped the note into his pocket where it would stay until he was home again and could safely hide with all the others. All his other mementos of Kite. All the things he knew he would want to have when Kite was no longer his.
Making his way back toward the school, with Kite still in his sights, Rin couldn’t help but think that maybe that day wasn’t as close at hand as he sometimes thought it might be. Long, easy summer days stretched out before them, hot and uncertain and filled with the sort of promise that Rin wasn’t brave enough to ask for.
Ahead, Kite’s steps were slow and though he didn’t look back, he lingered in the doorway when the others had gone on without him. The door banged shut behind them, and still Kite hung back.
Waiting.
Pairing: Higa, but Kite/Rin
Rating: PG-13
words: 1,158
Summary: Summer vacation is close at hand and Rin can hardly wait. He's got something of a secret.
I needed Higa. And now I can sleep. ♥ Enjoy the fruits of my late-night labor.
It was hot; somehow hotter than it had been yesterday and yesterday had been unbearable. Peeling his damp shirt away from his body to fan his belly with it, Kai scowled and lay back on the stone half-wall in an attempt to shade himself beneath the tree that towered nearby. Hot and miserable as it was, it was Kai’s opinion that it certainly beat having lunch inside the school.
“This sucks,” he grumbled, knocking his hat off his head and considering, for the third time that week, a real haircut. “Why do we come out here, anyway?”
“Because we can,” Rin reminded him, tapping Tanishi on the shoulder and holding his hand out. “Gimme one of those.”
Chinen glanced over, but didn’t comment. Watching Tanishi eat made his stomach hurt most days.
“Gross, what is that?” Kai asked, rising on one elbow to see Rin take a long, brownish something from Tanishi’s hand.
“Pig’s ear,” Tanishi said, uncapping his raspberry tea. “It’s good.”
“Ugh,” Kai groaned, nudging Tanishi with the toe of his shoe. “You guys are nasty.”
“Hey,” Rin said, polishing off his treat and grinning. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Tanishi laughed, snorting when his phone buzzed and startling him. “I told him the same thing when he turned down Minami-chan last week.”
Falling silent, flipping open his phone and scrolling through his texts, Tanishi didn’t notice Rin leaning over the wall to swipe still more of his lunch.
Chinen glanced at Kai, the corner of his mouth quirked in an almost-smile. Kai flipped him off.
“Yeah, like he’d know anything about landing a chick. That fatass hasn’t had pussy since pussy had him.”
Rin giggled, smacking his lips around a bite of pig’s ear. “That was mean, Yuu-kun.”
“Truth hurts,” Kai said, rolling to one side in an attempt to get comfortable. “Kei-kun,” he murmured, growing drowsy in the heat. “Who’s the text from?”
“None of your business,” Tanishi answered absently, thick fingers surprisingly agile over the keypad.
Kai snorted. “Probably his mom.”
“Where’s Eishirou?” Rin asked, drawing a sideways glance from Chinen that everyone noticed but him.
Sighing heavily, Kai hiked up his shirt, belly concave when he snagged his pants lower on his hips. “Probably stayed after class, trying to disprove the theories Sensei was talking about earlier.”
“Which theories?” Tanishi asked, still tapping on his phone.
“How the hell should I know?” Kai demanded. “I could barely stay awake it was so fucking hot in there.”
“Watch your mouth,” Kite said, shoving Kai’s feet off the wall and nearly causing him to lose his balance.
“Eishirou!” Kai exclaimed, tugging his shirt down and righting himself on the ledge. “Been here long?”
“Long enough to hear you shooting your mouth off,” Kite said, hefting his bag and studiously avoiding eye contact with Rin.
Bravely, stupidly, Kai giggled. “I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said, making a little crisscross over his heart. “Cross my heart.”
Remaining silent, Kite glanced down at Tanishi’s bento. “What is he eating?”
“Pig’s ears,” Kai supplied helpfully. “Rin says they’re delicious. Right Rinrin?”
Blushing when Kite favored him with a sardonic glance, Rin surreptitiously wiped his fingertips on his pants and tried for nonchalance. “They’re all right.”
Glancing down, Rin noticed a folded piece of paper between Kite’s forefinger and middle finger and he motioned to it casually. “What’s that?”
Silent for a moment, Kite slid his glasses up along the bridge of his nose and held the paper out to Rin. “I don’t know,” he said. “Some girl stopped me on my way out of Sensei’s class and asked me to give it to you.”
Blinking, surprised, Rin took the note hesitantly. “Seriously? Who was it?”
“A girl,” Kite repeated. “Just like the all the others; I can’t tell them apart.”
“Ooooh,” Kai singsonged. “Rinrin’s got a looooove note. Goodbye virginity!”
Tanishi glanced up, frowning, and began to pack his bento up again. He saved the pig’s ears for Rin. “Shut up, Yuujiroh,” he said.
Rin held the note, but made no move to open it in front of his teammates. His heart was pounding. On the one hand, he wanted someone to love. On the other hand, he wanted that someone to be Kite. Brows drawn together, he turned the folded paper back and forth between his fingers and didn’t notice Chinen and Tanishi moving away from the wall. Lunch was almost over.
Fixing Kai with a hard look, Kite turned his attention purposely to the hat still lying on the ground and Kai was quick to hop off the wall and sweep it up again. “I was sweaty,” he told Kite.
Kite merely grunted. “So get a haircut.”
Dusting the hat off, Kai settled it atop his head again and pursed his lips in some shadow of a pout. “No fair. Rin’s got long hair. You never tell him to get a haircut.”
Kai ambled off, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and kicking at pebbles in his path. Behind him, Kite cleared his throat. “Hirakoba-kun is not the one complaining about his discomfort.”
They left as a group, walking slowly so as to give Rin some privacy without completely leaving him behind. After a second, he unfolded the note quickly. His heart was pounding, his palms were sweating.
It was not, as it turned out, any careful, girlish writing on the paper. What greeted him instead was Kite’s bold, precise script.
Meet me at the dunes after school.
No one suspects. Perhaps we can carry on indefinitely.
Cheeks flushed, face hot, Rin glanced up and swallowed hard. There, beneath a tree, Kite stared solemnly at him. When he turned to step over a buttress root, his glasses glinted in the sunlight. In an instant, Rin was hit with a dozen mental images - some memories of past stolen moments, some wishes of things to come - of himself in Kite’s arms, pressed to Kite’s body, sucking hard at Kite’s lips while the tide rushed in only a few hundred feet away.
Breathing fast when he came back to himself, to the present, Rin slipped the note into his pocket where it would stay until he was home again and could safely hide with all the others. All his other mementos of Kite. All the things he knew he would want to have when Kite was no longer his.
Making his way back toward the school, with Kite still in his sights, Rin couldn’t help but think that maybe that day wasn’t as close at hand as he sometimes thought it might be. Long, easy summer days stretched out before them, hot and uncertain and filled with the sort of promise that Rin wasn’t brave enough to ask for.
Ahead, Kite’s steps were slow and though he didn’t look back, he lingered in the doorway when the others had gone on without him. The door banged shut behind them, and still Kite hung back.
Waiting.