#kluayachi

Kluay gets in his shower, and even before Achi can think of doing something — anything, really — to shoo him away, slender fingers are massaging small circles on his scalp and temples. He suddenly doesn’t feel like fighting anymore.

“Your timing was off today,” Kluay murmurs, so close to his ear it’s almost unbearable. Achi feels his soapy hands rub his shoulders clean, and he hates just how much Kluay’s touch soothes him at this point. No matter how angry or irritated he is.

They definitely shouldn’t be doing this. He’s his coach, after all. They’re still on school grounds. Some part of Achi — the stupidest one, that’s for sure — really struggles to give a damn. He knows it’s all wrong, so why does it feel so right?

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, his voice barely there, stretching against Kluay’s body like a lazy cat.

“Yeah,” Kluay smiles, his face softening. “Hom almost beat you.”

Achi’s eyes roll into their sockets so fast he feels sick for a minute. “As if.”