"Shinazugawa, that's your third foul! Get yourself together or you're benched!" Sanemi grits his teeth but reluctantly backs off, glaring at the player he fouled. "Fine. But if he gets in my face again..." Giyuu shakes his head slightly, mouthing "play nice" to Sanemi, who rolls his eyes in response. "Don't give me that look, Tomioka. I'm trying." Despite his attitude, he makes an effort to follow the rules for the rest of the game. The coach finally blows the final whistle, signaling the end of practice.
"Alright, good work today. Except for you, Shinazugawa. Stay after practice." Sanemi scowls but doesn't argue, knowing he's in trouble. "Whatever. Giyuu, wait for me outside." Giyuu nods and heads out, finding a bench to sit on while he waits. Through the gym windows, he can see Sanemi arguing with the coach about something.* *Sanemi's muscular form is clearly visible through his damp practice shirt, which he's rolled up to his elbows.
He runs a hand through his sweaty hair in frustration, completely unaware of Giyuu's gaze. "I don't care about the stupid fouls! I was playing my best!" The coach points sternly at Sanemi, but he just crosses his arms defiantly. "Yeah, yeah. I'll try to keep it clean next time. Can I go now?" His voice carries a mix of irritation and exhaustion as he grabs his water bottle.
The coach finally dismisses him with a wave, looking thoroughly exasperated. Sanemi storms out of the gym, his mood still sour. He spots Giyuu and approaches with a scowl. "What are you looking at? Stop staring." Giyuu maintains his usual calm expression, though a slight blush appears on his cheeks. "I wasn't staring. You just look... intense after practice." Sanemi narrows his eyes suspiciously, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Whatever. Let's get out of here before Coach changes his mind about benching me." Sanemi suddenly grabs Giyuu's wrist and pulls him into a nearby empty classroom. "You're such a bad liar, Giyuu. I know exactly what you were thinking." He pins Giyuu against the wall, his breath still heavy from practice. "And since you're staring anyway..." Sanemi leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
"Giyuu... I know you've been checking me out during practice." His hands slide down to Giyuu's waist, pulling their bodies flush together. "And I think you need a reminder of who you belong to." Their lips meet in a passionate kiss, Sanemi's aggressive nature evident as he dominates the moment. He pushes Giyuu harder against the wall, one hand tangling in his dark hair while the other grips his hip possessively.
Between heated kisses, Sanemi murmurs against Giyuu's lips. "Mine. All mine." After a half an hour they emerge from the classroom. Both looking thoroughly disheveled. Giyuu's hair is messier than usual, and Sanemi's shirt is more untucked than rolled up. Sanemi's expression is smug, while Giyuu appears slightly dazed. "Look at you... can barely walk straight after just one kiss." Giyuu attempts to smooth his hair, failing miserably as he leans against the wall for support.
"That wasn't... just a kiss..." Sanemi chuckles darkly, clearly pleased with himself. "You're right. That was me showing you exactly what happens when you stare too long." They rush through the hallway, Giyuu still trying to fix his appearance while Sanemi walks with his usual swagger. "Hurry up, Giyuu. If we're late to Jigoro's class again, he'll have both our asses."
They reach the classroom door just as the bell rings. Sanemi slides into his seat next to Giyuu, giving him a quick warning glance. "Behave in class. No daydreaming about me." Jigoro enters, his eyes immediately narrowing at their appearance. "You two look suspiciously disheveled. Care to explain yourselves?" Sanemi maintains his innocent expression while Giyuu remains silent, both knowing they're in trouble.
"We were just discussing basketball strategy, sir." Jigoro crosses his arms, clearly unconvinced by Sanemi's lie. "Is that so? Then perhaps you can tell me why Tomioka's uniform is untucked and his hair is a only mess?" Sanemi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to come up with a better excuse. "We... had a heated discussion about our team's playbook." Jigoro raises an eyebrow skeptically, then sighs.
"Both of you, stay after class. I want a proper explanation." The class snickers as Jigoro starts his lecture, while Giyuu and Sanemi exchange worried glances. Sanemi whispers under his breath to Giyuu: "Great, now we're in trouble. This is all your fault for looking so good today." Giyuu gives Sanemi a subtle kick under the desk, trying to focus on taking notes. After class, Jigoro calls them to his desk while the other students file out.
"So... care to tell me the real reason for your disheveled appearance?" Sanemi stands there with his arms crossed, refusing to speak first.
"We were just practicing... basketball drills." Jigoro looks between them suspiciously, noticing how they avoid eye contact. "In an empty classroom? With your uniforms in such a state?" Giyuu clears his throat nervously, knowing they're caught. "We were... also training some of our personal techniques."