It was yet another practice match between Seirin and Kaijou. It seemed like some sort of ritual for the two teams to practice together now.
The Eagle Eye user had been in a great punning mood that day, shooting more puns than points and pissing the hell off of his captain more than usual. Even when they went on break, he couldn’t stop. He already even lost count of how many times Hyuuga had told him to “Die!” and how many times Riko had thrown a harisen in his direction.
He was just in a really good mood that he couldn’t care less about the negative responses he’s gotten. No groans or threats in either verbal or physical form could bring down that happy, satisfied smile on his face.
Well, except for one thing.
He had just cracked another pun when he noticed the Kaijou ace approaching him. The other looked pale and there was this grim look on his face. “Are okay, Kise--”
Izuki tensed up in alarm at the feeling of the underclassman’s grip on his shoulders. Oh god did he piss him off is that even possible is he gonna witness Kise actually getting angr--
Before he could even finish, he felt soft lips on his.
It felt like his world stopped.
Izuki just stood there with wide eyes, (most probably forever) petrified.
