FUCK-SWAG

Okatani huffed back at him, arms tightly crossing over his chest. He had cornered Shunma in the locker room after the match, clearly not happy about the actions that had taken place at ringside moments earlier. Shunma was so sure he could see a faint blush trying to make its way on Okatani’s cheeks, but he didn’t dare to say anything about it; Okatani was already clearly mad at him, and besides, maybe it wasn’t as much of embarrassment as it was the rage bubbling inside of him, trying to find a way to get out.

“You are being ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculous?” This time Shunma didn’t even try to hold back the laughter, although maybe he should have. As soon as the sound slipped out from between his lips, he could see Okatani’s eyes narrowing even further as the pout on his lips got bigger. “You are the one that attacked my friend first with the wrench! I was just returning the favor!”

Okatani stayed silent, watching Shunma just continue to beam at him, the two of them clearly not being on the same page about the severity of the situation. “Besides, you heard the crowd. They loooooooved it.”

“Who cares about them,” Okatani pouted at him, watching the smile grow a little bit on Shunma’s lips as even if he said that, they both knew Okatani was lying about it. “I didn’t like it. That should be enough.”

“Well boohoo you.” Shunma wiped away a non-existing tear from his face almost a little too dramatically, the smile never faltering. “That’s the price you pay for being evil.”

Okatani didn’t reply, just suddenly taking a few steps closer to Shunma, closing the gap between them with ease. Shunma gasped softly, clearly surprised, but with almost frightening familiarity as Okatani grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him against the nearest wall. The action was firm and swift, but clearly practiced enough to not hurt him, just so gently pin Shunma to the wall, first by the shoulders with his hands, and then the rest of his back as Okatani slowly pushed his chest against Shunma’s.

“I told you,” he quietly hissed between his gritted teeth, Shunma biting his tongue to not tell him he sounded adorable instead of intimidating that he was clearly going for, “It’s not funny.”

Shunma just smiled at him, not replying back to him, it obviously starting to get under Okatani’s skin. Okatani slowly leaned his head forward, the lightened ends of his otherwise dark hair obscuring his face a little, but not enough that he couldn’t make direct eye contact with Shunma when their foreheads were pressed against one another.

Shunma’s eyes briefly flickered down to Okatani’s lips as he could feel his hot breath tickling his own lips, feeling Okatani’s hands gripping his shoulders tighter in response. He obviously saw the little gesture.

“One. Last. Time.”

Shunma just blinked at him, feeling Okatani’s nails sinking into the canvas of his shirt on the shoulders, but he remained quiet.

“It’s. Not. Fu--”

Before Okatani could finish his sentence, Shunma pushed forward, pressing a quick kiss on his lips. It froze him for a brief moment, just long enough that Shunma was able to shake himself free from Okatani’s grip as he was still recovering from the shock, giving him time to press another kiss on Okatani’s cheek before slipping away from him, and quickly out the locker room door.

Okatani stared at the wall for a while, feeling his cheeks burning. Fingertips quickly brushed over his lips before he bit his nail a little.