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kits_hiwatari*blink* My Kazuki calander arrived today. I ordered it along with the making of BL, but for some reason, it was released earlier and now it's siting in its tube looking all cutelike.
So now I have a grand total of 3 calanders: the table MangaPuri one, the wall AniPuri one and wall Kazuki one. The table one is easy to hang, since it's ring-binded, but both AniPuri and Kazuki I'm having trouble hanging them up. The binding is not picture-friendly, in the sense that I might have to poke a hole through the previous picture to hang it properly. And you know how I hate to destroy my precious pictures...
Meh.
Hanging out with Scha and Ruka-pyon was fun. =D "Fuchuu fuchuu~~"
Oh, and I'm attempting to write OshiHiyo. This is what I got for the start.
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For once in his life, Hiyoshi Wakashi was lost. Lost somewhere in the suburbs that was nowhere near his own house.
It wasn't really his fault though; Atobe was extremely harsh on the team after their loss with Seigaku, and worked them harder than ever. Every little mistake was rewarded with laps. Not even Akutagawa was spared.
So Hiyoshi, tired and worn out, overslept as he took the bus home. And ended up lost.
"..."
He decided to walk around, hoping to find someone to ask in the deserted area. Odd, he thought. There should be at least someone out...
A nameplate on one of the houses caught his eye. Curious, he looked closer.
"Shinobu...ashi?"
The name sounded weird in his half-awake mind, but the kanji looked really familiar... Shrugging, Hiyoshi rang the doorbell and hoped that someone would answer and help him.
He didn't expect a lady who looked freakishly like one of his senpai to answer though.
He squirmed imperceptibly as she eyed him curiously, one hand on her hip and the other on her chin. After a few moments, she snapped her fingers and grinned. "Nee, could you be that cute little second year Yuu-chan kept talking about?"
Hiyoshi blinked. "Excuse me?"
The lady giggled and tugged on his arm, forcing him into the house. "So adorable," she chirped, grinning up at him. "No wonder Yuu-chan took a liking to you~ Come in, come in... did Yuu-chan invited you? Oh, of course he did; why not? Like I said - you're so cute~ I could just eat you up~"
Hiyoshi's head swam. To him, she was talking utter rubbish, and it did not help the headache that was slowly building up. Wordlessly he followed her to the kitchen (she was kind enough to wait for him to remove his shoes before tugging on his arm again) and sat down on one of the chairs while she continued chattering in Kansai-ben.
"Nee, did Yuu-chan behave in school, hm? I tell ya, that gonta doesn't know when to stop... especially when there're legs around." A snort. "You shoulda seen him chasing those skirts in his first year." She whipped around and put on a melodramatic pose. "He's always going, 'Aah, jouchan~ chou matte~'. At least he learnt his lesson after a few tight slaps."
"Naiya, Yuriko-nee... are you talking bad about me behind my back?"
Hiyoshi blinked and turned around. The lady, Yuriko, just grinned.
"Akan~ I've been found out," she giggled, petting Hiyoshi on the head. "Yuu-chan's so sneaky."
Hiyoshi blinked again, then blushed as he took in Oshitari's form. The latter was clad in only his pyjama pants and a towel slung over his wet head. The pants were hanging dangerously low on those slim hips; one light tug and Hiyoshi was sure Yuriko would squeal and slap Oshitari for flashing.
"Aho," Oshitari chided her, the signature smirk tugging at his lips. "You're the one to talk, Yuriko-nee... You squeal at every cute boy you come across."
"Not this one, though." Yuriko petted Hiyoshi again. "Something tells me he's taken."
Oshitari raised an eyebrow, looking as if he had just noticed the blushing second year. "Hiyoshi, taken? Hn, an interesting idea, but I don't think so." He smirked and ruffled Hiyoshi's hair. "He's too grumpy to even notice girls."
"Ah, but who said anything about girls?" Yuriko purred, making Hiyoshi shiver slightly.
"No one. Now git or you'll scare the poor kid away."
"Mou. You always ruin my fun," Yuriko pouted and stomped off, leaving the two boys alone in the kitchen.
Suddenly Hiyoshi was hyper aware of his surroundings, and Oshitari's piercing gaze didn't help matters much. He gulped and ducked his head.
"So, Hiyoshi... what brings you to my house, hm?"
Hiyoshi nearly jumped at the low purr, startled at the puff of breath near his ear as he whirled around to glare at Oshitari. "I was lost," he said simply, forcing down his blush. The second year noted absently that his senpai wasn't wearing his glasses and looked a lot sexier up close.
"Ah, is that so?" The tensai smirked again, giving Hiyoshi a brief eskimo kiss before straightening up, rubbing at his hair. "Atobe must have tired you out badly for you to lose your way like this."
"I... overslept on the bus."
"Ah."
"Your house was the only one in the vicinity."
"Ah."
"...your aneki looks like you."
"So I've been told."
Hiyoshi fidgeted in his seat, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable under Oshitari's amused gaze. The latter merely grinned and cocked his head. "You alright? You're a lot more talkative then usual."
"I'm fine. A little tired out, that's all."
Oshitari shrugged and continued drying his hair as he watch Hiyoshi squirm and fiddle with his tie. So cute, he mused, walking around to sit on the table. "You didn't hurt yourself at practice, na?"
The tensai smiled when the other shook his head. "Good. I wouldn't want those pretty legs of yours getting marred."
His smile grew as Hiyoshi blushed even brighter and ducked his head. "Come on, let's head to my room. I suppose you want a change of clothes too, na?"
"Uh, hai."
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I'm not really good in writing... And this is my first reattempt at getting my skills back. So, feedback?
Note that this is written in notepad, so spelling-wise it's not checked. I don't like to use LJ's spellcheck since it gives me a headache.
So now I have a grand total of 3 calanders: the table MangaPuri one, the wall AniPuri one and wall Kazuki one. The table one is easy to hang, since it's ring-binded, but both AniPuri and Kazuki I'm having trouble hanging them up. The binding is not picture-friendly, in the sense that I might have to poke a hole through the previous picture to hang it properly. And you know how I hate to destroy my precious pictures...
Meh.
Hanging out with Scha and Ruka-pyon was fun. =D "Fuchuu fuchuu~~"
Oh, and I'm attempting to write OshiHiyo. This is what I got for the start.
---
For once in his life, Hiyoshi Wakashi was lost. Lost somewhere in the suburbs that was nowhere near his own house.
It wasn't really his fault though; Atobe was extremely harsh on the team after their loss with Seigaku, and worked them harder than ever. Every little mistake was rewarded with laps. Not even Akutagawa was spared.
So Hiyoshi, tired and worn out, overslept as he took the bus home. And ended up lost.
"..."
He decided to walk around, hoping to find someone to ask in the deserted area. Odd, he thought. There should be at least someone out...
A nameplate on one of the houses caught his eye. Curious, he looked closer.
"Shinobu...ashi?"
The name sounded weird in his half-awake mind, but the kanji looked really familiar... Shrugging, Hiyoshi rang the doorbell and hoped that someone would answer and help him.
He didn't expect a lady who looked freakishly like one of his senpai to answer though.
He squirmed imperceptibly as she eyed him curiously, one hand on her hip and the other on her chin. After a few moments, she snapped her fingers and grinned. "Nee, could you be that cute little second year Yuu-chan kept talking about?"
Hiyoshi blinked. "Excuse me?"
The lady giggled and tugged on his arm, forcing him into the house. "So adorable," she chirped, grinning up at him. "No wonder Yuu-chan took a liking to you~ Come in, come in... did Yuu-chan invited you? Oh, of course he did; why not? Like I said - you're so cute~ I could just eat you up~"
Hiyoshi's head swam. To him, she was talking utter rubbish, and it did not help the headache that was slowly building up. Wordlessly he followed her to the kitchen (she was kind enough to wait for him to remove his shoes before tugging on his arm again) and sat down on one of the chairs while she continued chattering in Kansai-ben.
"Nee, did Yuu-chan behave in school, hm? I tell ya, that gonta doesn't know when to stop... especially when there're legs around." A snort. "You shoulda seen him chasing those skirts in his first year." She whipped around and put on a melodramatic pose. "He's always going, 'Aah, jouchan~ chou matte~'. At least he learnt his lesson after a few tight slaps."
"Naiya, Yuriko-nee... are you talking bad about me behind my back?"
Hiyoshi blinked and turned around. The lady, Yuriko, just grinned.
"Akan~ I've been found out," she giggled, petting Hiyoshi on the head. "Yuu-chan's so sneaky."
Hiyoshi blinked again, then blushed as he took in Oshitari's form. The latter was clad in only his pyjama pants and a towel slung over his wet head. The pants were hanging dangerously low on those slim hips; one light tug and Hiyoshi was sure Yuriko would squeal and slap Oshitari for flashing.
"Aho," Oshitari chided her, the signature smirk tugging at his lips. "You're the one to talk, Yuriko-nee... You squeal at every cute boy you come across."
"Not this one, though." Yuriko petted Hiyoshi again. "Something tells me he's taken."
Oshitari raised an eyebrow, looking as if he had just noticed the blushing second year. "Hiyoshi, taken? Hn, an interesting idea, but I don't think so." He smirked and ruffled Hiyoshi's hair. "He's too grumpy to even notice girls."
"Ah, but who said anything about girls?" Yuriko purred, making Hiyoshi shiver slightly.
"No one. Now git or you'll scare the poor kid away."
"Mou. You always ruin my fun," Yuriko pouted and stomped off, leaving the two boys alone in the kitchen.
Suddenly Hiyoshi was hyper aware of his surroundings, and Oshitari's piercing gaze didn't help matters much. He gulped and ducked his head.
"So, Hiyoshi... what brings you to my house, hm?"
Hiyoshi nearly jumped at the low purr, startled at the puff of breath near his ear as he whirled around to glare at Oshitari. "I was lost," he said simply, forcing down his blush. The second year noted absently that his senpai wasn't wearing his glasses and looked a lot sexier up close.
"Ah, is that so?" The tensai smirked again, giving Hiyoshi a brief eskimo kiss before straightening up, rubbing at his hair. "Atobe must have tired you out badly for you to lose your way like this."
"I... overslept on the bus."
"Ah."
"Your house was the only one in the vicinity."
"Ah."
"...your aneki looks like you."
"So I've been told."
Hiyoshi fidgeted in his seat, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable under Oshitari's amused gaze. The latter merely grinned and cocked his head. "You alright? You're a lot more talkative then usual."
"I'm fine. A little tired out, that's all."
Oshitari shrugged and continued drying his hair as he watch Hiyoshi squirm and fiddle with his tie. So cute, he mused, walking around to sit on the table. "You didn't hurt yourself at practice, na?"
The tensai smiled when the other shook his head. "Good. I wouldn't want those pretty legs of yours getting marred."
His smile grew as Hiyoshi blushed even brighter and ducked his head. "Come on, let's head to my room. I suppose you want a change of clothes too, na?"
"Uh, hai."
---
I'm not really good in writing... And this is my first reattempt at getting my skills back. So, feedback?
Note that this is written in notepad, so spelling-wise it's not checked. I don't like to use LJ's spellcheck since it gives me a headache.
