Prince of Tennis - Supposed to be Spring - Niou/Marui/Kirihara
Title: Supposed to be Spring
Pairing/Characters: Niou/Marui/Kirihara
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me.
Notes: For telegraph50free... just because. ♥ My first time writing Rikkai characters (let me know how I did?). @_@
Niou insists that it was Marui's idea. He says it while Kirihara is in earshot, knowing that the news will travel. But Marui is pretty sure it wasn't, and since he can't remember exactly whose idea it was, he decides to lay the blame on Niou.
"Well it wasn't me," Kirihara says, blowing a bubble with Marui's gum. He pops it out of his mouth and dangles it, on the end of his finger, in front of Marui's face.
"Keep it," Marui says, "It doesn't have any flavor anymore."
This should be obvious. Kirihara puts the gum back in his mouth almost out of spite.
Niou flips through the pages of a book. Three feet of space separate Marui's lunch from Kirihara's fingers and they have been inching somewhere just below detection.
"So what are you pretending to read?" Marui asks.
It's cold outside, Niou thinks, and it's supposed to be spring, but it still feels like the edges of winter are creeping under his coat. He sighs a little too wistfully and settles on "advanced astrophysics".
"You're so full of--"
"Knowledge," Niou says, "I know."
In one motion, Kirihara reaches into Marui's lunch and is stopped by the wrist. Marui looks dangerous for a moment, then proceeds to eat the rest of his lunch without taking his eyes off of Kirihara.
"You could share..." He says. Marui licks his fingers.
"You could ask," He considers giving Kirihara the last few bites before his face solidifies into the scowl he's putting his heart into. But he's finished eating before the decision is made.
Kirihara settles for a fresh stick of gum, tangy and sweet.
"Isn't it supposed to be spring?" Kirihara directs the question to Niou, who is making notes in the margins of whatever he is pretending to read.
Kirihara is still hungry when lunch is over. Niou has covered the margins of his book with a doodle of Marui being devoured by his scarf. They walk back towards the school building, the hum of students grows louder closer to the doors.
Niou's hand is heavy on Marui's hip. "You see?" Marui says, looking straight ahead, "this was your idea."
At the end of the hallway, they go to separate classrooms. Niou blows a kiss with all of the irony he can muster. Marui rolls his eyes and is gone before he can hear Kirihara's last protest.
Kirihara counts down the rest of the day in hours. The first one tastes like hard lime candy and the second like watermelon.
Then it's spicy cinnamon until the clock ticks off the last minutes of the day.
Pairing/Characters: Niou/Marui/Kirihara
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me.
Notes: For telegraph50free... just because. ♥ My first time writing Rikkai characters (let me know how I did?). @_@
Niou insists that it was Marui's idea. He says it while Kirihara is in earshot, knowing that the news will travel. But Marui is pretty sure it wasn't, and since he can't remember exactly whose idea it was, he decides to lay the blame on Niou.
"Well it wasn't me," Kirihara says, blowing a bubble with Marui's gum. He pops it out of his mouth and dangles it, on the end of his finger, in front of Marui's face.
"Keep it," Marui says, "It doesn't have any flavor anymore."
This should be obvious. Kirihara puts the gum back in his mouth almost out of spite.
Niou flips through the pages of a book. Three feet of space separate Marui's lunch from Kirihara's fingers and they have been inching somewhere just below detection.
"So what are you pretending to read?" Marui asks.
It's cold outside, Niou thinks, and it's supposed to be spring, but it still feels like the edges of winter are creeping under his coat. He sighs a little too wistfully and settles on "advanced astrophysics".
"You're so full of--"
"Knowledge," Niou says, "I know."
In one motion, Kirihara reaches into Marui's lunch and is stopped by the wrist. Marui looks dangerous for a moment, then proceeds to eat the rest of his lunch without taking his eyes off of Kirihara.
"You could share..." He says. Marui licks his fingers.
"You could ask," He considers giving Kirihara the last few bites before his face solidifies into the scowl he's putting his heart into. But he's finished eating before the decision is made.
Kirihara settles for a fresh stick of gum, tangy and sweet.
"Isn't it supposed to be spring?" Kirihara directs the question to Niou, who is making notes in the margins of whatever he is pretending to read.
Kirihara is still hungry when lunch is over. Niou has covered the margins of his book with a doodle of Marui being devoured by his scarf. They walk back towards the school building, the hum of students grows louder closer to the doors.
Niou's hand is heavy on Marui's hip. "You see?" Marui says, looking straight ahead, "this was your idea."
At the end of the hallway, they go to separate classrooms. Niou blows a kiss with all of the irony he can muster. Marui rolls his eyes and is gone before he can hear Kirihara's last protest.
Kirihara counts down the rest of the day in hours. The first one tastes like hard lime candy and the second like watermelon.
Then it's spicy cinnamon until the clock ticks off the last minutes of the day.