[And, as promised, he'll be awake, standing in the hallway, wearing gray sweatpants and black, very tight sleeveless shirt, with jacket tied around his waist, stretching his arms.]
[It's less nerve-wracking to wear his usual workout gear. Sweatshirt and track pants. T-shirt underneath. Taking a deep breath, Kita rounds the corner.
Well. Bokuto's top leaves very little to the imagination.
Kita considers his reaction to that. It is... interest. Flickering, but there.
[He just passes out because he runs himself dry of energy and he honestly has no idea if it was good or bad. He knows that he can play today and his energy is back so that's a win to him.]
So! How do you wanna do it? Wanna go in one of the rooms? [He looks around.]
[Bokuto very rarely changes. There are silly situations, fun situations, serious situations. This is a mix of 80% serious, 10% fun and 10% curiosity because nothing like this has ever happened before to him.
When Kita's hand rests on his abs, his muscles flex underneath the touch- not to show off but in response of a slightly cold hand against very warm skin.
Bokuto doesn't say anything, just watches the other man with serious intent and curiosity.]
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In Which Kita Attempts To Sext, Kinda???
Three days later, Bokuto's phone finally buzzes.]
Are you going to be at the Hyogo Training Camp?
If there's time
Maybe we could try your suggestion?
oh dear :3c
He's pleasantly surprised to see the message.]
Of course! Our coach won't miss it for anything!
We can find time :D! In the evening?
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I have to keep track of a lot of things at night
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wanna do it then??
hey hey hey don't police the fun TOO much ;D
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That wasn't my intent.
5 AM works for me.
[Then, after a bit of consideration - ]
;)
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I'll see you at 5 them :D!
[And, as promised, he'll be awake, standing in the hallway, wearing gray sweatpants and black, very tight sleeveless shirt, with jacket tied around his waist, stretching his arms.]
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Well. Bokuto's top leaves very little to the imagination.
Kita considers his reaction to that. It is... interest. Flickering, but there.
All right.
He smiles.]
Good morning.
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And of course frantic waving.]
Hey, hey, hey! Good morning! Slept well?
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[Is it weird, exchanging pleasantries before... whatever they do next?
Kita has no idea.]
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[He just passes out because he runs himself dry of energy and he honestly has no idea if it was good or bad. He knows that he can play today and his energy is back so that's a win to him.]
So! How do you wanna do it? Wanna go in one of the rooms? [He looks around.]
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Maybe not here, though.
[In the same place their teams are sleeping seems like not the best plan.
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[Bokuto's oddly enthusiastic about it. Maybe it's just pure curiosity to see what Kita thinks.
He finds an empty room and motions the guy to follow him inside.]
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Kita takes a deep breath. Reminding himself there are no expectations. They are just trying things. If there's nothing, Bokuto won't mind.
He ducks in. Closes the door. Also turns the lock, if there happens to be one.]
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But Kita is just curious and there's nothing wrong with it in his eyes.
He's almost -too- sparkly when the guy turns around to face him.]
If you want, I won't even look at you!
[And with that, he pulls the shirt up and leaves it up and over his face just in case.]
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[Kita reaches to ease the shirt off. Gently. Careful not to catch Bokuto's ears, or all those spikes.
Then he folds it neatly.
Habits are habits.]
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But he doesn't say it. For once, he has tact! Imagine that.
He straightens up and beams at Kita, hands on his hips.]
Ready whenever you are!
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Right. Enough. Setting the shirt down, Kita turns. Expression set. As if he's walking out onto a court, instead of towards a wall of muscle.
At least Bokuto's grin is the same. Shirt on or off.
Which helps Kita's hand breach the last centimeters. Spreading across the offered abs.]
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When Kita's hand rests on his abs, his muscles flex underneath the touch- not to show off but in response of a slightly cold hand against very warm skin.
Bokuto doesn't say anything, just watches the other man with serious intent and curiosity.]