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Title: My loss, my win
Pair: KiriSana [KiriharaXSanada]
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Long list here folks. Dub-con, bondage, voyuerism(?), and of course, UkeSana
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Shit. Damn it…why? Why? WHY?! Why can’t I beat him?! Kirihara glared, looking across the court to the impartial face of his vice-captain. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping into his eyes.
Sanada sighed deeply. Kirihara’s game had improved greatly, his shots were much firmer, and his movements were very fast. Sanada found he couldn’t hold back as much as he used to. Kirihara’s only fault was his impatience. He was still to quick to go on a full frontal attack, he didn’t yet understand that if you are patient for a few games, and understand your opponent’s strengths and weaknesses, you can win much more easily. Hence, as usual, it was Sanada's match point. He sighed again, before hitting a powerful serve to the far corner.
“I won’t let you!” Kirihara ran, catching up to the ball, before hitting slice shot down the centre. Sanada responded with a drop shot, landing the ball neatly just behind the net.
“Game set.” Sanada looked across the court. Kirihara was glaring at him. “You’re to impatient, if you slowed down and observed more, you’d spot the chances much easier. Go wash up. Then get ready for practise.” Sanada had arrived early as usual, and as usual, Kirihara was here, challenging him. Full marks for persistence.
Kirihara glared, before storming off to the locker room. The other regulars would be at least another half an hour. At least Niou-sempai isn’t here. He’d just take the mickey out of me. Why can I never beat him though?! Kirihara kicked his locker shut, uncaring. Looking into a mirror, he could see his eyes were beginning to redden. I wish there was a way I could get one over on him…then maybe ‘Mura-buchou would look at me, instead of fawning over that prick!
Kirihara was about to leave, when he saw Sanada coming through the open door. He found himself hiding behind the door, racket in his hand. He didn’t know what came over him, but as Sanada walked past him, he stepped out and swung his racket hard. Sanada, taken by surprise, couldn’t dodge, and Kirihara's racket hit him square in the head. He fell to the floor with a cry, and, seeing a chance, Kirihara swung again. This time Sanada gave no noise; he just lay face down, unmoving.
Kirihara looked down, panting heavily. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he’d done something bad. But some impulse took him over, and he ran to the school equipment shed.
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Sanada groaned and opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was he was upright. The next thing to enter his mind was that his arms were tied above his head, so that he was standing almost on tiptoes. “What the…” He looked around, and saw Kirihara standing slightly to his left, unreadable expression on the young boys face. Sanada noticed his eyes were bloodshot though. “Akaya?! Untie me right now!” Sanada struggled slightly, but no avail.
“I don’t think so.” Kirihara moved closer to Sanada. He had to look up, Sanada was taller than him. He stared at his vice-captain. Rage filled him, and he slapped Sanada hard around the face. “DAMN YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS WIN?! ‘MURA-BUCHOU WILL NEVER NOTICE ME NOW!!! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!” Each ‘I hate you’ was emphasised with a slap.
Sanada groaned in pain. Kirihara had hit him hard, and he could feel the blood beginning to trickle down his lip. “Akaya…Yukimura noticed you. We all do. We can all see how much better you are getting.” Sanada’s tone was uncharacteristically kind. I know how frustrating it is when you try your hardest, but no one seems to notice. I get that with my parents.
Kirihara looked surprised for a second, before rage took over and he hit Sanada again. “YOU’RE LYING!!!” Kirihara was hurting. Hurting that Yukimura didn’t notice him, hurting that maybe Sanada was right, hurting that maybe he was in the wrong. The only way could deal with this was to hurt Sanada, make him feel what he was feeling.
“I’m not, Akaya. You are getting better. I can’t hold back on you like I used to. Once you learn a bit of patience, you’ll be a formidable opponent.” Sanada was slightly annoyed by Kirihara, but mostly, he felt sorry. He had no idea Kirihara was so upset.
Kirihara was still panting. He stared at Sanada again, and could see that sad smile. He didn’t know why, but it pissed him off. ‘Mura-buchou…why do you like him more? Is it because he’s so strong…if that’s why…then I’ll make him weak! Kirihara growled, but instead of hitting Sanada, he forced his vice-captains head down, and kissed him forcefully.
Sanada was shocked, and he tried to pull away, but he was still immobilised. He froze when he felt Kirihara's hand slide under his shirt, and he squirmed. “D-don’t!” He gasped when Kirihara pulled away from the kiss. “Akaya, stop this now!”
Kirihara had no idea what he was doing, or why he was doing it, but it felt good. He had Sanada under his control; Sanada couldn’t stop him doing anything. He felt powerful. Grinning sadistically, he pinched a nipple, making Sanada gasp, and squirm harder.
Sanada looked at his kouhai. He could see the bloodshot eyes and mad grin. He knew Kirihara wasn’t fully in control of his actions anymore. Sanada started to panic, his struggles getting more frantic. I have to get away, right now! But Sanada wasn’t able to break the binds. Looking up, he saw why. He was bound with some climbing rope. It was too thick to snap, and Kirihara had looped it around each hand separately, before looping it up and over the pipe that ran across this part of the ceiling. It was preventing Sanada from brining his shoulders down properly, so he couldn’t try to slip the binds off his wrists. Sanada was trapped. Shit! “Akaya! Let me go!” He tried to kick, but because he was balanced on tiptoes, he had no stability. Damn! He really thought this through!
Kirihara could sense Sanada’s panic. It made him chuckle. Not so tough now, are you? Kirihara continued to stroke around Sanada’s chest, enjoying the gasps it forced from the older boys lips. But he soon got bored, and found himself slipping a hand down to touch between the other boy’s legs.
Sanada stiffened instantly, his breath hitching in horror and panic. “No! Don’t!” Sanada redoubled his efforts to get away but it was hopeless. He could only watch as Kirihara, licking his lips, slid a hand down into his sweatpants, beginning to run a hand up and down the organ there.
Kirihara had his eyes fixed on his vice-captains face, enjoying the expression of panic and terror on the normally stoic face. He also noticed, with interest, that Sanada was beginning to harden under his touch, despite his unwillingness. “Eh…does it feel good, Sanada fukou-buchou?” He gave a squeeze, making Sanada groan.
“Stop…please…” Sanada was beginning to tire from his struggles.
Kirihara ignored him, using his other hand to pull Sanada's sweatpants, along with his shorts and boxers, down, and off. Chuckling darkly, he knelt down, kissing the tip of Sanada's erection, before taking it into his mouth.
“NO! STOP!” He gave a few more desperate struggles. “P-please don’t…please…” Sanada could feel tears stinging his eyes. Despite himself, his body was reacting traitorously to Kirihara's advances. He groaned, his body heating up. The tears he tried to stop began to fall, and he stopped struggling, resigned to the fact this was happening, and he couldn’t stop it. He groaned again, his body taking pleasure in what Kirihara was doing, despite his minds humiliation.
Kirihara could see the tears falling down Sanada’s face, and he smirked around the length in his mouth. He’d broken one of the three demons. Deciding that Sanada was probably not going to fight, he pulled away, standing on a nearby bench, undoing the rope from around the pipe, although he left Sanada’s hands bound. Sanada’s legs gave way, and he slumped onto the floor. Kirihara used the chance to quickly pull Sanada over to the bench, placing Sanada so he was bent on the floor, with his chest resting on the bench, his arms dangling behind it. He quickly bound Sanada’s hands to the bench legs.
He took a moment to admire the sight. Sanada was staring at the bench, sobbing softly. His body was open and exposed. Kirihara laughed. Licking at his fingers, he slipped behind Sanada, pulling his legs slightly further apart, before placing one at the older boys entrance, teasing it, before pushing it slowly in.
Sanada groaned when he felt the finger pushed into his body. He didn’t try to fight it; he knew it would hurt him more if he did. He lay there quietly as the finger worked deeper, Kirihara wiggling it slightly, trying to loosen Sanada’s obviously tense muscles. He groaned out again when Kirihara, frustrated at the lack of response, moved his hand and started roughly tugging on his length. He moaned, hips pushing back as his body got hotter, and the pain became pleasure. “A-Akaya…ngh…”
Kirihara smirked as he pushed his finger deeper, watching his vice-captain moan unashamedly. He soon slipped a second in, and then a third, all the time Sanada was bucking, pushing back into the touch, his body crying out for what Kirihara was doing.
Sanada whined in loss as Kirihara slipped his fingers out. In the back of his mind, he was ashamed, embarrassed and angry. But his body needed what Kirihara was giving him. So when he felt Kirihara’s hips rub his, the younger boys arousal at his own wanting entrance, a single word slipped past his lips. “Please…”
Kirihara shuddered. He had Sanada begging. It made Kirihara feel hot all over, and he pushed forward with no hesitation, gasping at the tightness that surrounded him. He paused, trying to catch his breath. “Shit…damn, fukou-buchou, you’re tight.”
“Akaya…” Sanada pushed his hips back. “Akaya…please.” Sanada’s head snapped back and he cried out as Kirihara complied, starting to move in a slow, torturous rhythm. He tried to push back, to keep the younger boy in him longer, but a firm grip on his hips prevented his movements. Kirihara’s hand still trailed up and down his cock, but the movements were less aggressive than before, the sensations making Sanada feel giddy. His moans were increasing in volume, until eventually, Kirihara pushed two fingers into his mouth, to stifle the noise. The other regulars would probably be here soon, but they often congregated outside until Yukimura was here. He did not want to alert them to what was going on.
He found himself leaning over Sanada, biting at his neck, needing to find a way to stifle his own moans. Sanada’s body was tight around him. Tight and hot and so good. He wasn’t sure how much longer it could go on. But he could feel Sanada trembling under him, body straining. It would end soon.
“Akaya!” Sanada pushed back hard, his body tightening as he wrung himself out. Kirihara couldn’t resist the sensation of his vice captain tightening around him, and he cried out himself.
A few moments passed, before the younger boy found himself slumping over the panting form of his vice-captain. “Fukou…buchou…”
Sanada struggled for air under him. His body ached from being against the bench; his arms and legs were tired and numb. But he felt strangely sated. He groaned slightly as he felt Kirihara move off him, pulling out. Turning his head over his shoulder, he saw the younger boy sprawled on the floor, his eyes set wide in panic. Looking up slightly, he saw the door ajar, Yukimura standing there.
Yukimura looked at the scene. Saw the blood on Sanada's face, and the binds on his arms. “The…hell is going on?!?!”
Kirihara said nothing. He knew he’d done bad, and he knew he was in deep trouble. Behind him, Sanada groaned, pulling his arms weakly, hoping he could get away. He wanted to hide from his captain. He felt weak and ashamed.
Yukimura rushed over to Sanada, undoing the binds on his arms. Sanada immediately rolled over, sitting up, huddling his legs to him. He didn’t want Yukimura to see him. “Sanada?” The older boy refused to make eye contact.
Yukimura stood up, his hands balled into fist. He was trembling in anger. “Akaya…you…”
Kirihara dared not move. He could see the anger blazing in his captain’s eyes as Yukimura advanced on him. He was in deep shit. “M-Mura buchou…I…I…”
SLAP
“What did you do?!” Yukimura raged. He glared down at his kouhai. Kirihara looked scared. Did Sanada look like this when you… “Is it fun, Kirihara? Do you get kicks out of rape?”
Kirihara flinched. Yukimura never called him ‘Kirihara’ before. He was always Akaya. Always. “I-I’m sorry. I…I don’t know what came over me…’Mura buchou…”
Yukimura glared and raised his hand again.
SLAP
Yukimura stepped back in surprise. Sanada had his arm up. He’d blocked Yukimura’s hit. “Sanada…”
Sanada smiled sadly. “It’s alright. He didn’t mean it…he’s in pain, Yukimura. He’s hurting.”
Kirihara looked up in surprise. Why’s he defending me?
Yukimura looked at Sanada almost crying. Sanada was in pain too. He could see it. “Come with me. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He paused, looking at his kouhai. “Get ready for practice…Akaya.”
Kirihara looked as Yukimura dragged Sanada off into the little side room next to the locker room. He’d always seen Yukimura as a God. As someone to worship. He was not expecting Sanada to stand up for him. He did wrong. He deserved punishment. So why did Sanada step in front of him. Save him from the punishment of his god. He blinked, tears slipping down his face.
“Sanada…san…”
Pair: KiriSana [KiriharaXSanada]
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Long list here folks. Dub-con, bondage, voyuerism(?), and of course, UkeSana
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Shit. Damn it…why? Why? WHY?! Why can’t I beat him?! Kirihara glared, looking across the court to the impartial face of his vice-captain. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping into his eyes.
Sanada sighed deeply. Kirihara’s game had improved greatly, his shots were much firmer, and his movements were very fast. Sanada found he couldn’t hold back as much as he used to. Kirihara’s only fault was his impatience. He was still to quick to go on a full frontal attack, he didn’t yet understand that if you are patient for a few games, and understand your opponent’s strengths and weaknesses, you can win much more easily. Hence, as usual, it was Sanada's match point. He sighed again, before hitting a powerful serve to the far corner.
“I won’t let you!” Kirihara ran, catching up to the ball, before hitting slice shot down the centre. Sanada responded with a drop shot, landing the ball neatly just behind the net.
“Game set.” Sanada looked across the court. Kirihara was glaring at him. “You’re to impatient, if you slowed down and observed more, you’d spot the chances much easier. Go wash up. Then get ready for practise.” Sanada had arrived early as usual, and as usual, Kirihara was here, challenging him. Full marks for persistence.
Kirihara glared, before storming off to the locker room. The other regulars would be at least another half an hour. At least Niou-sempai isn’t here. He’d just take the mickey out of me. Why can I never beat him though?! Kirihara kicked his locker shut, uncaring. Looking into a mirror, he could see his eyes were beginning to redden. I wish there was a way I could get one over on him…then maybe ‘Mura-buchou would look at me, instead of fawning over that prick!
Kirihara was about to leave, when he saw Sanada coming through the open door. He found himself hiding behind the door, racket in his hand. He didn’t know what came over him, but as Sanada walked past him, he stepped out and swung his racket hard. Sanada, taken by surprise, couldn’t dodge, and Kirihara's racket hit him square in the head. He fell to the floor with a cry, and, seeing a chance, Kirihara swung again. This time Sanada gave no noise; he just lay face down, unmoving.
Kirihara looked down, panting heavily. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he’d done something bad. But some impulse took him over, and he ran to the school equipment shed.
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Sanada groaned and opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was he was upright. The next thing to enter his mind was that his arms were tied above his head, so that he was standing almost on tiptoes. “What the…” He looked around, and saw Kirihara standing slightly to his left, unreadable expression on the young boys face. Sanada noticed his eyes were bloodshot though. “Akaya?! Untie me right now!” Sanada struggled slightly, but no avail.
“I don’t think so.” Kirihara moved closer to Sanada. He had to look up, Sanada was taller than him. He stared at his vice-captain. Rage filled him, and he slapped Sanada hard around the face. “DAMN YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS WIN?! ‘MURA-BUCHOU WILL NEVER NOTICE ME NOW!!! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!” Each ‘I hate you’ was emphasised with a slap.
Sanada groaned in pain. Kirihara had hit him hard, and he could feel the blood beginning to trickle down his lip. “Akaya…Yukimura noticed you. We all do. We can all see how much better you are getting.” Sanada’s tone was uncharacteristically kind. I know how frustrating it is when you try your hardest, but no one seems to notice. I get that with my parents.
Kirihara looked surprised for a second, before rage took over and he hit Sanada again. “YOU’RE LYING!!!” Kirihara was hurting. Hurting that Yukimura didn’t notice him, hurting that maybe Sanada was right, hurting that maybe he was in the wrong. The only way could deal with this was to hurt Sanada, make him feel what he was feeling.
“I’m not, Akaya. You are getting better. I can’t hold back on you like I used to. Once you learn a bit of patience, you’ll be a formidable opponent.” Sanada was slightly annoyed by Kirihara, but mostly, he felt sorry. He had no idea Kirihara was so upset.
Kirihara was still panting. He stared at Sanada again, and could see that sad smile. He didn’t know why, but it pissed him off. ‘Mura-buchou…why do you like him more? Is it because he’s so strong…if that’s why…then I’ll make him weak! Kirihara growled, but instead of hitting Sanada, he forced his vice-captains head down, and kissed him forcefully.
Sanada was shocked, and he tried to pull away, but he was still immobilised. He froze when he felt Kirihara's hand slide under his shirt, and he squirmed. “D-don’t!” He gasped when Kirihara pulled away from the kiss. “Akaya, stop this now!”
Kirihara had no idea what he was doing, or why he was doing it, but it felt good. He had Sanada under his control; Sanada couldn’t stop him doing anything. He felt powerful. Grinning sadistically, he pinched a nipple, making Sanada gasp, and squirm harder.
Sanada looked at his kouhai. He could see the bloodshot eyes and mad grin. He knew Kirihara wasn’t fully in control of his actions anymore. Sanada started to panic, his struggles getting more frantic. I have to get away, right now! But Sanada wasn’t able to break the binds. Looking up, he saw why. He was bound with some climbing rope. It was too thick to snap, and Kirihara had looped it around each hand separately, before looping it up and over the pipe that ran across this part of the ceiling. It was preventing Sanada from brining his shoulders down properly, so he couldn’t try to slip the binds off his wrists. Sanada was trapped. Shit! “Akaya! Let me go!” He tried to kick, but because he was balanced on tiptoes, he had no stability. Damn! He really thought this through!
Kirihara could sense Sanada’s panic. It made him chuckle. Not so tough now, are you? Kirihara continued to stroke around Sanada’s chest, enjoying the gasps it forced from the older boys lips. But he soon got bored, and found himself slipping a hand down to touch between the other boy’s legs.
Sanada stiffened instantly, his breath hitching in horror and panic. “No! Don’t!” Sanada redoubled his efforts to get away but it was hopeless. He could only watch as Kirihara, licking his lips, slid a hand down into his sweatpants, beginning to run a hand up and down the organ there.
Kirihara had his eyes fixed on his vice-captains face, enjoying the expression of panic and terror on the normally stoic face. He also noticed, with interest, that Sanada was beginning to harden under his touch, despite his unwillingness. “Eh…does it feel good, Sanada fukou-buchou?” He gave a squeeze, making Sanada groan.
“Stop…please…” Sanada was beginning to tire from his struggles.
Kirihara ignored him, using his other hand to pull Sanada's sweatpants, along with his shorts and boxers, down, and off. Chuckling darkly, he knelt down, kissing the tip of Sanada's erection, before taking it into his mouth.
“NO! STOP!” He gave a few more desperate struggles. “P-please don’t…please…” Sanada could feel tears stinging his eyes. Despite himself, his body was reacting traitorously to Kirihara's advances. He groaned, his body heating up. The tears he tried to stop began to fall, and he stopped struggling, resigned to the fact this was happening, and he couldn’t stop it. He groaned again, his body taking pleasure in what Kirihara was doing, despite his minds humiliation.
Kirihara could see the tears falling down Sanada’s face, and he smirked around the length in his mouth. He’d broken one of the three demons. Deciding that Sanada was probably not going to fight, he pulled away, standing on a nearby bench, undoing the rope from around the pipe, although he left Sanada’s hands bound. Sanada’s legs gave way, and he slumped onto the floor. Kirihara used the chance to quickly pull Sanada over to the bench, placing Sanada so he was bent on the floor, with his chest resting on the bench, his arms dangling behind it. He quickly bound Sanada’s hands to the bench legs.
He took a moment to admire the sight. Sanada was staring at the bench, sobbing softly. His body was open and exposed. Kirihara laughed. Licking at his fingers, he slipped behind Sanada, pulling his legs slightly further apart, before placing one at the older boys entrance, teasing it, before pushing it slowly in.
Sanada groaned when he felt the finger pushed into his body. He didn’t try to fight it; he knew it would hurt him more if he did. He lay there quietly as the finger worked deeper, Kirihara wiggling it slightly, trying to loosen Sanada’s obviously tense muscles. He groaned out again when Kirihara, frustrated at the lack of response, moved his hand and started roughly tugging on his length. He moaned, hips pushing back as his body got hotter, and the pain became pleasure. “A-Akaya…ngh…”
Kirihara smirked as he pushed his finger deeper, watching his vice-captain moan unashamedly. He soon slipped a second in, and then a third, all the time Sanada was bucking, pushing back into the touch, his body crying out for what Kirihara was doing.
Sanada whined in loss as Kirihara slipped his fingers out. In the back of his mind, he was ashamed, embarrassed and angry. But his body needed what Kirihara was giving him. So when he felt Kirihara’s hips rub his, the younger boys arousal at his own wanting entrance, a single word slipped past his lips. “Please…”
Kirihara shuddered. He had Sanada begging. It made Kirihara feel hot all over, and he pushed forward with no hesitation, gasping at the tightness that surrounded him. He paused, trying to catch his breath. “Shit…damn, fukou-buchou, you’re tight.”
“Akaya…” Sanada pushed his hips back. “Akaya…please.” Sanada’s head snapped back and he cried out as Kirihara complied, starting to move in a slow, torturous rhythm. He tried to push back, to keep the younger boy in him longer, but a firm grip on his hips prevented his movements. Kirihara’s hand still trailed up and down his cock, but the movements were less aggressive than before, the sensations making Sanada feel giddy. His moans were increasing in volume, until eventually, Kirihara pushed two fingers into his mouth, to stifle the noise. The other regulars would probably be here soon, but they often congregated outside until Yukimura was here. He did not want to alert them to what was going on.
He found himself leaning over Sanada, biting at his neck, needing to find a way to stifle his own moans. Sanada’s body was tight around him. Tight and hot and so good. He wasn’t sure how much longer it could go on. But he could feel Sanada trembling under him, body straining. It would end soon.
“Akaya!” Sanada pushed back hard, his body tightening as he wrung himself out. Kirihara couldn’t resist the sensation of his vice captain tightening around him, and he cried out himself.
A few moments passed, before the younger boy found himself slumping over the panting form of his vice-captain. “Fukou…buchou…”
Sanada struggled for air under him. His body ached from being against the bench; his arms and legs were tired and numb. But he felt strangely sated. He groaned slightly as he felt Kirihara move off him, pulling out. Turning his head over his shoulder, he saw the younger boy sprawled on the floor, his eyes set wide in panic. Looking up slightly, he saw the door ajar, Yukimura standing there.
Yukimura looked at the scene. Saw the blood on Sanada's face, and the binds on his arms. “The…hell is going on?!?!”
Kirihara said nothing. He knew he’d done bad, and he knew he was in deep trouble. Behind him, Sanada groaned, pulling his arms weakly, hoping he could get away. He wanted to hide from his captain. He felt weak and ashamed.
Yukimura rushed over to Sanada, undoing the binds on his arms. Sanada immediately rolled over, sitting up, huddling his legs to him. He didn’t want Yukimura to see him. “Sanada?” The older boy refused to make eye contact.
Yukimura stood up, his hands balled into fist. He was trembling in anger. “Akaya…you…”
Kirihara dared not move. He could see the anger blazing in his captain’s eyes as Yukimura advanced on him. He was in deep shit. “M-Mura buchou…I…I…”
SLAP
“What did you do?!” Yukimura raged. He glared down at his kouhai. Kirihara looked scared. Did Sanada look like this when you… “Is it fun, Kirihara? Do you get kicks out of rape?”
Kirihara flinched. Yukimura never called him ‘Kirihara’ before. He was always Akaya. Always. “I-I’m sorry. I…I don’t know what came over me…’Mura buchou…”
Yukimura glared and raised his hand again.
SLAP
Yukimura stepped back in surprise. Sanada had his arm up. He’d blocked Yukimura’s hit. “Sanada…”
Sanada smiled sadly. “It’s alright. He didn’t mean it…he’s in pain, Yukimura. He’s hurting.”
Kirihara looked up in surprise. Why’s he defending me?
Yukimura looked at Sanada almost crying. Sanada was in pain too. He could see it. “Come with me. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He paused, looking at his kouhai. “Get ready for practice…Akaya.”
Kirihara looked as Yukimura dragged Sanada off into the little side room next to the locker room. He’d always seen Yukimura as a God. As someone to worship. He was not expecting Sanada to stand up for him. He did wrong. He deserved punishment. So why did Sanada step in front of him. Save him from the punishment of his god. He blinked, tears slipping down his face.
“Sanada…san…”