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Soft, warm, sweet, beautiful, graceful- they could go on forever, describing every detail of Shouyou. He was here, finally, right in front of them...
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They've seen his luscious skin before, but that was through a screen. Well, the captains were lucky enough to catch him with his shirt off in real life, but who's to say they didn't wanna see it again?
Kenma wondered why Shouyou was bundled up in a hoodie and sweatpants like it was winter. Maybe he dug the streetwear look? It'd make sense 'cause they looked incredible on him, but he wanted a better look... a more... personal glance...
He's not stupid, though. Why would he ruin what was right in front of him so soon?
Shouyou tucked his face deeper into his folded arms, soft snores soothing Kenma's entire being as he snapped another quick, discreet picture. Going on a limb, Kenma was gonna assume he was tired after dealing with everyone else all day.
Sadly, he had to make it through four more breaks, and two more classes. He could only pray Shouyou would hold up...
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Yawning, Shouyou rubbed beneath his eye with his palm, wobbling into his next class and sitting at his desk with a quiet sigh. Ears plugged with his earbuds, he relished in the silence of the empty class, happy to have skipped a break to rest.
"Are you tired?" A deep voice questioned, causing him to peak an eye open to find the owner. "Dai...chi..? Right? Daichi-San?" Sitting up, Shouyou pulled his earbuds out, raising a brow. "You remembered?"
"Uh, yeah, you're the captain of Karasu's (guys, please just go with it ;-;) dance group."
Scratching at his head, a chuckle left his mouth as he sat on the desk beside Shouyou's. "That's me. I'd prefer it if you'd call me senpai, though."
Yawning again, Shouyou nodded, laying his head back down. "Okay, Daichi-San." This elicited another chuckle from the male as he bent forward, hand on Shouyou's desk and face relatively close to his.
"Don't push my buttons..." He whispered, and Shouyou cracked his eyes open at the warm air on his face. "Then, don't push mine..." Pressing his forehead against Daichi's, Shouyou pouted and ignored the taller male's shocked look.
"I'm tired!" He groaned, stuffing his face back into his arms. "Leave me alone!" Lips pursed and brows tucked, Daichi leaned away from the ginger, deciding to let him rest and take a moment to calm his heart.
Soon, people started filtering into the class, so he sat properly at his desk, glancing over at Shouyou's relaxed form continuously. That was until someone blocked his view.
