#ic:yasu

souza -> taikyuu (are they both in college. they are now)

[ ⋆☀︎. college life starters ]

It's Sunday night.

This forty-fuck-slide-long slideshow presentation on the human nervous system is due tomorrow.

And Taikyuu and Souza still have quite a bit left to do.

Taikyuu sits at his desk, a Red Bull sitting half-drank beside his laptop as he grumbles something about the fucking parts of the neuron, trying to place labels onto a diagram onto the slide in a way that looks professional and NOT like they just slapped an image from a search engine onto the thing.

He's already quite exhausted and in a shit mood. It's been a long week of intense training for gymnastics, preparing for the most recent competition that Saturday. He'd done quite well, but had seemingly overexerted himself with it all-- leading to an embarrassing crash landing and a dislocated shoulder, his arm now in a sling.

So much of him wants to say fuck this assignment, fuck it all... But Souza's grade is on the line, too. And he can't just let him do it all.

souza -> taikyuu !!

[ SUGGESTIVE STARTERS. ]

It's not often that Taikyuu has the upper hand as far as stealing kisses and such goes. He'll often go for Souza's hand when he wants her attention, tugging on it or placing kisses on it. Other times he'll signal with his hands, or tug on the lapels of her clothes.

But sometimes he gets a little fed up with that-- not with Souza, just with... the state of things, with his own stature. If he hadn't been cut down, maybe he'd be able to reach better...

But there's no point in lamenting about that, as annoying as it is. Today he's taking matters into his own hands, so-to-speak.

Souza had leaned down for a kiss, and Taikyuu had the bright idea to just... take a step back.

She tried again, and he did the same. Again, and he dips away.

"Are you really going to make me beg?" she says.

And Taikyuu just gives her a shit-eating smirk.

"Huh?"

When Sayo gets his attention, Taikyuu isn't ready for the question posed to him. It takes a moment to register what exactly he means-- because in his mind, of course there's no danger where they're going.

But he gets there, of course, and his confused furrowed expression softens just a little-- Sayo probably knows Taikyuu enough by now to notice it.

"Taikyuuuu!!!"

Kiss? Kiss? Kiss? He's making grabby hands.

Taikyuu gives a (good-natured) roll of his eyes, as he reaches a hand up, perfectly positioned to cup Souza's chin-- if he'd just bend down a bit.

Taikyuu almost hadn't expected Yuji to take him up on his rather cocky challenge, but the fact that he did earned a grin right back.

"Oh, you're on. I'm sure Souza'll be delighted."

All of that said, as big as he talks, he still holds great care and respect for the saniwa. So he's careful as he can be when he tucks one arm behind his legs and the other around his back, and lifts.

Taikyuu is strong, especially for a tantou-- it's easy to see just by looking at him compared to others his size. But Yuji is not only taller than him, he's just very tall in general, and the toudan finds holding him like this to be difficult and awkward.

He did lift him, though-- Yuji left the ground completely-- so as he places him back down he wears a smug look.

Nagasone is too nice. To Taikyuu, to Hachisuka, to everyone. Taikyuu can hardly fathom how he can handle himself in such a way when the tantou knows damn well he would fly off the handle. And the way he (and the others, of course) tries to make him feel included in the Shinsengumi goings-on...

There is so much of Taikyuu that feels like he should hate Nagasone, fight with him and butt heads with him at every turn. He can say it has something to do with their former masters, and maybe it does, but the uchigatana's honest-to-goodness goodness makes it so damn hard to hate him properly.

The enkai has pretty much come to a close by now. His brother and Kashuu have tottered off to their room to get some sleep. Kunihiro has walked a sloshed Kane back to theirs.

Taikyuu has been simmering in these strange conflicting feelings for a few hours by now, swirling around his mind in his drunkenness.

It's just him and Nagasone now. He wonders why Nagasone is still here, and then he remembers, Hachisuka will probably have something bitchy to say if he comes in late and wakes him up, he assumes.

"Are you feeling alright?" He hears Nagasone ask, and it sort of pulls him aside from his seething.

There he goes again. Caring.

"Just... Thinking about how much I wish I could hate you," he grumbles-- but it doesn't sound as mean in tone as the words do. It's more of a sigh, a pout almost. He doesn't see Nagasone's reaction, because he feels himself about to do something probably stupid and reckless and so he finds Kane's cup that he'd left mostly-full. Taikyuu snatches the cup, downs its contents, and then turns to face Nagasone again.

He stares at him, breathing heavily for a moment, before practically crawling over him and pressing his lips to Nagasone's.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - WYLL EDITION ⟶ part one ]

Nagasone has just compared Taikyuu to a cat.

Now, the tantou likes cats-- quite a bit, actually-- and... in general doesn't see anything wrong with having anything in common with them. They are fast, graceful hunters who know what they want and when they want it, and do everything on their own terms. What's not to love?

But Taikyuu knows that's not what Nagasone is implying, and he wants to whirl around and yowl at him about it, hiss at him to shut the fuck up, and slink off in a fit.

But that would just make him correct, and in a moment of self-awareness, he decides to try and prove him wrong.

"taikyuu-kun. i'm cold ... come over ..."