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Eccentric hobbies were Tsuji’s thing; while others preferred to either go to the gym, do something creative or read books in their free time, the tall male just was a thrill seeker. Visiting abandoned (and most likely so-called ‘haunted’) places were not only on his bucket list, but most of them in his vicinity had already been explored. 

Recently, he took it upon himself to go to a specific place that was known for satanic rituals taking place there, though he didn’t give it any second thoughts: he mostly deemed it to be telltales told by teenagers to scare each other, or simply deeds done by teenagers themselves, setting up a good old ouija board in the middle of an abandoned, worn down building, perhaps opening portals to the afterlife like that, but that’s about it. Akihisa rarely encountered actual satanic rituals taking place -- and even so, most of the supposed rituals were not done accordingly and thus not as powerful as they could’ve been. However, he may have been wrong about that one specific building.

Admittedly, at first, he thought that he was being paranoid; seeing shadows in the corner of his eyes, hearing sounds, movements, even feeling a cold presence sometimes around him -- it was a strong vibe he was getting, much stronger than any of the ‘hauntings’ he had witnessed at these places he had visited, but what unsettled him was the thought that something actually followed him home. And usually said something would not be a haunting, a ghost stuck in a loop or residual energy from those who passed away. In the professional term, it most likely would be an inhuman manifestation (or demon in the broad term). As little as he was taking the teenage-local-’satanists’ seriously, he had to admit not only to himself but to pure logic that this was an oddity that he could not ignore just like that.

And most certainly not at this very moment.

He woke up in the middle of the night, soaked in sweat from night terrors, the first thing he saw bent over him from between the head of his bed and the wall was a dark shadow, looming over him, staring at him curiously. That’s when Tsuji knew he no longer could ignore that kind of stuff. 

he didn’t mean to sound as if he was angered by the other – he wouldn’t have been shocked if it was true. maybe, tsuji didn’t like the side - effects that came with being in a gay relationship; the teasing, the stares, etc. if the other really wished that he wasn’t a boy, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry … he would understand. while they loved each other, society made it more difficult than ever for them – especially as athletes. 

“if it was meant to be a compliment, then i will take it as one.” he assured tsuji with a smile.

Blinking up from his sulky state, he stared at Ishigaki’s face for a moment; despite his smile, he could tell that it was not his true feelings displayed right then and there. Twitching his mouth a little, Akihisa couldn’t help but feel as if he had to hold back tears. Koutarou was always quick to forgive and forget, always out to make the best of a situation, no matter how sad or hurtful. Surely, it was not the smoothest compliment he could’ve given, but the taller of the two meant no harm whatsoever. Moving closer, he reached out to hold Ishigaki’s hand into his and moving it up to his face, placing a gentle kiss to the back of his hand, keeping it in place as if he was inhaling the man’s scent though he just meant to calm himself down quicker.

when tsuji sat on the floor in front of him, he put his head at a perfect height for ishigaki to toy with his hair. normally, the smaller would have to reach up quite a bit to get a reach at the other’s hair, but sitting in this fashion made him able to toy with his hair with ease. he started off only touching a few strands, so lightly that he was almost positive that the other couldn’t even feel it. but as time went on, he’d gotten more brave – burying the length of his fingers in dark brown locks. 

    of course, he was quick to note the other tensing up as he began to openly toy with the other’s hair. ishigaki knew just how the other could get nervous over silly little affections such as this. instead of stopping, he moved at a soft rhythmic pace, as if he were petting an animal rather than a man. with such soothing gestures, he aimed at relaxing the man into it, rather than just stopping at the smallest sign of discomfort. when tsuji spoke up, it was not a request for him to stop the gesture – it was a joke about how he was touching the other as if he were a puppy. smiling, ishigaki laughed. it was an interesting way to look at it, but if joking around about the whole situation is what made it less awkward, he would joke around till the other was sick of him.

“はい、はい you’re a cute little lap dog. you deserves pets for being the goodest boy.” he teased, not once pausing in his affectionate gestures. 

Without a doubt, Koutarou’s intentions were more than successful; the repetitive movements as if the smaller was petting a pet instead of a human, it did soothe the gloomy kid. While he kept his eyes closed, Tsuji was barely even paying attention to the TV or the movie that was playing, he even forgot about his bowl of ramen that was semi-eaten, unconsciously tending his head closer and closer to Ishigaki’s hand. One thing he had gotten wrong however -- Akihisa did take note of the subtle touches to his hair. If anything, he had a high sensory on whenever his body was being touched. It was simply a result of the fact that he hardly had gotten any physical contact with anyone, really. Despite his nickname given by the blond of their team, Akihisa lived the life of a social recluse. Thus, the climber really only could rely on his friends getting close and closer to him. A few coy touches to his hair, brushing against it as weightlessly as a feather, it was still noticeable by the tall man. And even more so now that the contact was supposed to be noticed.

A grin appearing on his face when the smaller returned the joke just as light-heartedly and playful as he himself did; it was really easy-going to be near Koutarou’s presence. He couldn’t make anyone feel uncomfortable, the man just had a talent to turn everything cosy and pleasant, perhaps he should be working at a spa or something... no, he couldn’t suggest that; perhaps that kind of joke would not be deemed funny or hilarious by the greaser. 

of course, ishigaki tried to hold the peace between the people on their team - - not because he wanted to, but because if he didn’t who else would? it was like a broken family & he was the counselor trying to stitch it back together, except with each stitch he made, the fabric only tore more. the more that he tried to fix with midousuji, the more his relationship with tsuji suffered & vice versa. he was fighting a battle that he truly couldn’t win. if he defended tsuji, midousuji was angry – if he defended midousuji, tsuji was angry. then mizuta was just in the middle of it all, not helping a single bit. 

    taking a serious tone at the other’s accusations, ishigaki was offended that he would ever insinuate that he was saying that it was alright for midousuji to tease anyone. “i am not saying that is what is ok. actually, it really upsets me that you would paint me as that kind of person, i thought you knew me better than that, akihisa.” when his back was turned, not paying him any mind, it only irritated the ex - captain even more. it frustrated him to have to deal with any of this … he didn’t want to say it out loud, or hint it at all, but sometime he honestly considered quitting the team. he couldn’t – because that would be giving up & running away like a fool. though, sometimes the easy way out was just so tempting.

It was true -- the team was like a broken family... shattered into pieces and unable to be mended again. Frankly, he didn’t know how to even. Or why he should attempt to... just... why? He was this close to graduating and leaving this all behind. And as much as he wanted to say that he kept friends from high school and wouldn’t feel the same loner as he did previously, it was the hard truth. Facts.

While Yamaguchi had to keep up with Midousuji’s ordeal for one more year and Mizuta was practically kissing up to that man’s ass for attention purpose -- so, he was left with Ihara and Ishigaki... and as much as he wanted to say that he meant to stick around with Koutarou, it just felt like that their friendship suffered severely thanks to their new ace. Ihara on the other hand, he kept his joking nature (thankfully so, at least someone who’d brighten the mood). And that had probably been the reason why Akihisa was more drawn towards the brunet recently and had been talking more often to him than to Ishigaki. It was not an attempt to upset the ex-captain, not at all ---- if anything, he just... wanted him to wake up from that nightmare.

A scoffing laugh emitted from his throat as he looked at the other, blinking. “Oh, it really upsets you when I paint you like that, huh? You’re not giving me much to go by, Koutarou.” It was frustrating, it was infuriating!! Surely, he knew that Ishiyan was not that type of person but... everyone seemed to change ever since Akira joined the team... it was like a curse looming over them, waiting for their demise. It hurt him... so bad. “Never heard you say anything like that to him. ‘Hey, be nice to Nobu. Hey, be nice to Yama. Hey, be nice to Akihisa.’ -- it really must be hard for you to defend those who deserve to be defended. And if I stand alone against him, then so be it. But don’t you dare to stand in the way and tell me to ‘be nice’ when I slap that brat across the face and tell him to step down towards his senpais. Someone has to teach him manners.”

fight me  @tsxji

“keep callin’ me cute & people are gunna start thinking that you have the hots for me.” he teased, sticking his tongue out between taunt cheeks. it hurt when the other pinched at his cheeks, but nothing unbearable that he would ever destroy his pride over. this man certainly couldn’t have meant that much harm after all – he was someone from ishigaki’s half of the gang, as if he & midousuji actually shared it. it was more like … he was a man that ishigaki had more INFLUENCE over. when it came to the greaser - esque man, many people held respect. that alone made him trust tsuji more than any of the lizard’s zakus. 

   “is there something going on that you’re out here?” switching quickly, he was fine with just talking to the man as if they were truly allies – which, minus midousuji in the picture, they essentially were. usually, tsuji was a sign of bad news – almost like a grim reaper. if he was around there must have really been something going down. 

Of course, it would be hard to tell when Tsuji was joking and when he was serious -- simply because he almost always looked dead serious...! Though it was rather a laugh to have the other play along, smirking at him. “Haven’t you heard from Nobu that I ‘get around’ -- he even picked my theme song because he was so butthurt about it.” Surely, he wasn’t having the so-called ‘hots’ for Naruko -- he merely respected the man for what he achieved. But there was no way around Akihisa’s playful and friendly banter, really. Once someone got to know him better, they’d understand his type of personality.

Shoukichi was not wrong with the image he held for the tall male; him and Yamaguchi were somewhat the grim repears... it was not helping that they were assigned the numbers ‘4′ and ‘6′... both very evil and vicious numbers if you looked at them religiously and culturally. While Noriyuki had gotten the mark of the number 4 (which was rather unlucky, really, but in some way also really fitting for the freckled male), Tsuji had been called hitman # 6. In a way, Yama on the other hand admired him for that ---- with his love for the occult, for satan and demonic stuff, it was no surprise that he’d be all into that number, but Akihisa was happy not to carry the unlucky 4, and being superstitious as he was, he’d rather not switch.

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They were the inseparable gloomy duo, as everyone started calling them. Yamaguchi and Tsuji were rarely seen without each other -- and all started in spring when Akihisa became a second year at middle school. The first day of April when the new first years changed schools and had to somehow get along with the older ones, their senpais and such, it was a wild thing. Akihisa never had gotten friends with anyone, that was until he met that shy freckle-face by the name Noriyuki. 

The boy practically looked like he needed someone to look after him, and Tsuji was more than willing to stick up to him. He had his fair share of bullies and he knew that it was -- most of the times -- not even a laughing matter for those at the receiving end. And the more he hung out with the boy, the less the bullying had gotten, which he was thankful for. Tsuji felt responsible for the other, he meant to protect him no matter what. 

As it was with friends (or best friends in their case), eventually they’d visit each other at home. Akihisa was really defensive about taking the other home, knowing that it was not necessarily a common thing to have a single mother; most women avoided divorces in order to keep a pristine appearance to the outside world. Not to mention Satoshi had been more and more of a brat... someone as coy as Yamaguchi would easily feel overwhelmed by someone gluing on him and asking him about this and that, without the ability to press a ‘PAUSE’ button on the boy.

               He could barely even squirm at the man’s touches, being tied up as well as he was. It was a bit tight everywhere—making simple things like breathing a challenge. Though, he easily assumed that this was the intent, since Tsuji would want to see him panting like an animal during the whole thing.

               Helplessly watching him, he couldn’t do anything to try and refuse the gag that was forced between his teeth. A few ‘Mmmph‘s of protest could be heard, but it was honestly rather pointless to try and change the other’s mind. Mizuta didn’t mind being gagged all that much either way, as long as he was more appealing to the taller this way, he didn’t mind.

               The only hard part of having restricted movements, was that he couldn’t do anything to move against the man, though he desperately wanted more than he was getting. A muffled whine—one resembling the man’s name—came from the boy, though the gag made it nearly impossible to tell he what had actually said.

Surely, that was exactly what he was going for.

Nobuyuki, squirming, whining, panting -- unable to speak properly. he looked really delicious like that and it only riled him up some more. And on top of that, all the things that stubborn boy did only helped the man’s urges further and further; the way he protested, the way he struggled, it was exactly pushing all the buttons Tsuji had and it made it hard for him to be patient. 

Moving his head down to cover the boy’s torso with small bites, he placed hickeys over his milky skin, eventually moving to his chest and teasing him in a manner that he’d circle his tongue around his nipple, just not quiet touching it, only letting his hot breath coat the sensitive pink skin.

trying to draw the connection, hayato had to think about just who the loudmouth was. toudou, arakita … the two were equally obnoxious, but in very different ways. the man’s blunt attitude took him off - guard, simply trying to laugh off the question. “i know … quite a few people who meet the description of loudmouth.” if anything, it was best not to feed into the man’s words. 

pushing his bike a bit faster to keep pace with the kyotofushimi member, he assumed that they were heading off to the same hotel. it wouldn’t have been uncommon of teams to stay in the same lodging. however – no matter how close they stayed, there wasn’t many that would like to get friendly with the men from hakogaku. the title of kings came with a great price. no one wanted to talk to the ones that won it all. hence why most of them stayed stuck together like glue. 

with hayato’s never ending appetite, he wasn’t making any friends wanting to run to the connivence store so late at night. he could only account his energy on the track to his energy bars, so not having enough to last him the remainder of the days would crush his spirit – & leave him hungry. 

“Ah... yeah... guess the name’s Arakita-kun. But now that I look at you a little closer, I don’t think you look anything like a yankee...” 

While they were walking next to each other, the tension was odd; it clearly was not like Akihisa to be so unwelcoming towards others, he knew the feeling of being bullied and being kicked around like that, so he blamed it on Midousuji’s reckless acts that his mood had gotten worse and worse. Hell, he even had been ruder and meaner towards Nobu lately, and it hurt him deeply, but he also guessed that he might as well shoot himself into his own foot while he was at it, making himself unpopular and unloved by friends and team mates so he would have all the reason to leave KyoFushi as a third year. It had been hard already with Ishigaki, who had been his best friend, and Ihara had been in a mood too because of Akira’s Phase # 13 to abandon all sprinters like deadweight. Poor Yama... it was really no way to treat his friends like that. But in his odd counter attack, he’d just treat them poorly to push them farther away, so they would not waste a thought on him and worry about his  InHigh results.

Standing still in his tracks for a moment, he looked at the HakoGaku redhead and bowed to him politely.

“I apologise for my way of speaking. Poor manners aren’t usually my thing. It’s no excuse, but it’s been really tough for the KyoFushi team...”

Akihisa really didn’t have it in him to be a bully. No matter how angry he was at himself, Midousuji, the world, everything ---- he didn’t have it in him to lash out on others, no matter how tempting it was thanks to their ace.