#7 (Partner) - Ballistics
Miroku has to admit, this may honestly be the strangest thing he’s ever experienced.
It’s not that fact that one of his best friends just confessed that he maybe, just maybe like guys a tiny bit too, because Miroku doesn’t really care and kind of always suspected it anyways, I mean did you see his hair? It’s like the man uses a bottle of conditioner a day, which he’s actually been snarkily informed by said man that it only happens on special occasions, thank you very much and…
Off topic. Anyways. Miroku’s thinking this is going to go down in the yearbook as most memorable day in high school because honestly, though he was pretty sure that he and his best friend both were gay, he had definitely not expected that Inuyasha’s way of outing himself would be to confess his love and ask Miroku to go out with him, over a loudspeaker, at their homecoming game.
Definitely not expected that.
It does amuse him to note that Inuyasha’s girlfriend seems to be in utter shock, probably more over the fact that she just got publicly and humiliatingly dumped in front of the entire school (or at least anyone who matters) than that her boyfriend, quarterback and school favourite and dating the captain of the cheerleading team was gay.
That’s just icing on the cake for Miroku, though, because this is better than anything he could’ve imagined.
He’s not totally enjoying everyone staring at him, but he knows it’s worth it by the look on Inuyasha’s face as he yells at the top of his lungs “Yes!”
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Miroku has to admit, this may honestly be the most awkward thing he’s ever experienced.
They win the game, of course. I mean, the quarterback is absolutely euphoric and everyone is happy for him, even his slightly bitter but also slightly placated girlfriend.
I’m pretty sure he told her that he knew he was gay because he just couldn’t feel anything for her, and that had to mean something. She’s a nice girl, truly, underneath the cold and the hurt and even though they kind of messed up when they got pitted against each other by a jealous admirer of Kikyo’s they still worked together really well after that and it’s kind of a shame they couldn’t stay together but then if they had, well they’d never be here in this…
Decidedly awkward situation.
They’re standing alone in the tunnel that leads into the stadium, and Inuyasha’s changed by now and is still red from some of the lewd comments his teammates put out there, and they’re standing about three feet away from each other.
It’s very awkward.
It’s not awkward because he just confessed his love for him, and it’s definitely not awkward because Miroku returns them.
Nope. Definitely not.
At all. Even a little. Or even a lot.
If that was normal, if it was all a joke, Miroku would know how to act. He’d say how he’s always known he’s been irresistible, and Inuyasha would snort and hit him over the head and tell him to rein in his ego, please, because the size of it is truly horrifying. Exhibit A: Last week.
If it was a girl, Miroku would be kind and charming and pleasant and he’d find a way out of it in such a way that the girl would walk away thinking it was her idea and they’d still be friends. Exhibit B: Shima.
But this… Miroku is floored, and for once can’t find the right words. Even if could, he thinks bemusedly, they’d probably still fall short, because this is everything he never thought would happen and was getting pretty good at denying.
Inuyasha coughs awkwardly, so Miroku decides to try to break the silence.
“Um…” he starts, before deciding to play it safe. “I’ve always known I’m irresistible?” He hadn’t meant it to come out as a question, but dammit it did and now it’s even more awkward as Inuyasha shuffle his feet and mutter a quick
“Key.” Before turning away, blushing.
Okay. This was not going as planned. He’s so off script now, and Miroku scrambling for a way to get it back when Inuyasha suddenly speaks.
“Hey, you know how in that diving competition you had a few weeks ago you were kind of scared-” Miroku yelps indignantly, but Inuyasha continues “because you had never been in any big scale competition before?”
Miroku nods wordlessly, still a little sulky because he had not been afraid and because he wasn’t tally sure where he was going with this.
“Yeah, so, then I did one of those epic ‘pump up the team’ speeches for you, and told you to ‘jump right in and take the plunge’ without realizing how corny that was in the situation, remember?”
Miroku chuckles a little, but mostly out of politeness because he’s still a little awkward now that the crowd’s not staring at him anymore and it’s just them.
Inuyasha takes a deep breath, and then plods on forward. “Well, yeah, and then you laughed like an idiot and said that I was an idiot but you kicked ass because you weren’t nervous anymore.”
He takes a small step forward, and Miroku can read the insecurities in his eyes. “So…” he begins, a little timidly, “I’m taking the plunge.”
Next thing Miroku knows, his lips are up against Inuyasha’s, who tastes better than he thought he would (a little like smoke and wood but mostly like some kind of spice he can’t name) and all he can really think is wow.
He doesn’t know exactly when the kiss ends, or when it started or even how long it was. But when Inuyasha pulls away, hesitation in his eyes and an apology ready to be delivered, Miroku raises a hand to his mouth.
“You’re right;” he begins amicably, “that was corny.” He smiles, a real smile. “Idiot.”
Inuyasha laughs a little, but it’s cut off by Miroku’s lips firmly retaking their previous location.
This, he thinks blissfully, this is so not awkward anymore, before he leans hungrily in and finally, finally runs his hands through the hair he’s had secret fantasies about.
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Inuyasha looks so confused; Miroku thinks wickedly, it’s kind of cute.
He sashays over to his direction, before giving him a sultry pout. “Hey,” he practically purrs, “Won’t you come in? It nice and…” his lips brush Inuyasha’s jaw line, “warm in here.” He states, putting every ounce of innuendo he’s ever used into that one word.
Unsurprisingly, Inuyasha pushes him off and furiously wipes his jaw with his sleeve. “What the, hell, idiot?!” he yelps, half disgusted and half curious. “Why the hell are you wearing…” he examines his sleeve, “…lipstick?!”
Miroku clasps his hands together like a schoolgirl, and looks up at him through long eyelashes. Inuyasha shifts his weight from one foot to the other, obviously uncomfortable.
“Well, it’s for our class’s festival participation, of course!” Inuyasha sends him a flat look. “I’m serious!” he whines, “They thought I’d look pretty, so they dressed me up in girl’s clothing!”
The flat look continues, before Inuyasha looks away. “Your class,” he says matter-of-factly, "is absolutely completely gay.”
“So are you.” Miroku returns easily, before pulling him into the class. “Ladies!” he sings, delighted when they all look up, “He’s here!” He exclaims cheerfully, before surrendering him to the masses.
Inuyasha suddenly finds himself surrounded by gushing girls, saying that he’s actually very pretty and that Miroku’s lucky to have him and that they’re so happy Miroku finally got together with him because he’s been moaning over him all year.
The last one startles him a little, and he raises an eyebrow in Miroku’s direction, who coughs nervously, a blush painting his face.
“Right, then,” he ushers the girls back to their posts, “back to work, we’ve still got a lot to do!” He giggles despite himself, and then slaps a hand over his mouth in horror.
Inuyasha saunters over to him, a smug look on his face. “So,” he begins, relishing the moment, “you’ve been pining after me for the whole year.”
Miroku sends him an entirely ineffectual death glare. “No, I have not been pining,” he sniffs daintily, trying to regain his dignity, “I have been plotting.”
Inuyasha leans back and laughs, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.
“Right, right.” He agrees amicably. “Sure. Whatever.” He leans into him, pinning Miroku to the wall conveniently behind him and resting his forearm next to his head. “The point is,” he says huskily, eyes glinting with predatory light, “you’ve been thinking about me all year.”
Miroku meets his challenge. “I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time.” He breathes as he loops his arms around Inuyasha’s neck, regardless of their heedful audience. He leans in very slowly, making their noses meet and their eyes stare straight in. “I’ve always wanted…” he exhales, “to do…” he leans in a little closer, “this.” He finishes perkily, planting a sloppy kiss right on his cheek, before slipping out of his protective partner’s hold and out the door.
Inuyasha snorts in dissatisfaction, leaning his head against the glass window leading into the hallway. Almost instantly, he spies his reflection in the glass and starts momentarily, before narrowing his eyes. “Miroku,” he growls, the lipstick stain on his cheek very obvious, “you are so dead!” He practically sprints down the hallway, and the people still in the classroom sigh a little in disappointment, put away their camera phones and grudgingly get back to work.