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[fydaiyanoace]

Fydaiyanoace’s secret santa

From: @juanaydaiya

To: @kanakotakaya-theshipper​

SS’s Notes: 

I choose the Kurasawa+videogames+comforting (kind of) for this prompt. Hope you like it!

This was set a little before the first years made his first appearance, that’s why they are alones in the room.

Boyfriends

Sawamura was sad. That much was obvious. He spent the morning and afternoon just letting out sighs and looking pensive at nothing in particular.  What a problem.

Now, pre-boyfriend Sawamura would have shouted his discomfort to the seven winds. Actual-boyfriend Sawamura kind of just… waited until Kuramochi noticed before doing it. And the worst part is that Kuramochi always noticed. He knew something was wrong from the moment everything went quiet at some point in the afternoon.  

Because the only difference between pre-boyfriend Kuramochi and actual-boyfriend Kuramochi was that now Sawamura knew he cared. And now Kuramochi had to pretend that Sawamura didn't had him wrapped around his finger.

So, after practice, Kuramochi followed a basic routine of getting food and a bath; always ignoring the kicked puppy eyes that were staring holes into his body. Fortunately, Haruichi was as good as him (or even more) in the Sawamura front, so he consoled the idiot long enough for Kuramochi to get to his room.

As a side note, he was not hiding or neglecting his emotional boyfriend. He was avoiding potential public embarrassment and/or breaking a few bones.

The thing with Sawamura was: he craved physical contact. He wanted to touch and be touched. Hugs, good morning kisses, fast pecks when nobody was looking (and that’s a lie, someone was always looking). Sawamura had made his mission on earth to pour all of his love on Kuramochi.

And Kuramochi was fine with that. Hell, he loved it and gave back with the same devotion... As long as it was in private, away from the judgmental stares that could make him break some bones; and more importantly, away from the jeering faces of Miyuki and Maezono.  Assholes.

But Sawamura was… well, after some incredibly embarrassing major display of public affection, it was safe to say that he did not give a single fuck about privacy or being looked at. He was gay, he has a boyfriend and if the world did not like looking at him throwing himself at said boyfriend to be consoled about some, more of often than not, dumb shit; well, the world can suck it.

Kuramochi searched between his fighting games the one with the less blood, starting to play it, and waiting.  He didn’t ignore Sawamura just to evade the public embarrassment. He was planning. And now, he was ready.

Sawamura entered the room shortly after. The pitcher closed the door behind him and in silence, made a beeline for Kuramochi, getting on his knees behind his boyfriend and letting himself fall against Kuramochi´s back. Then he let out a sound that could be compared with a distressed whale.

Kuramochi used a hand to pat him two times in the head without even looking at him.

“Bad day?” he asked, performing a sick combo on his rival. The A.I was really shitty on this one.

Sawamura answered with another whine. Kuramochi answered back with a hum.

“Come on, let’s play a little” He asked, giving Sawamura the controller that was strategically waiting on his laps.

“I don’t want to play”…

Kuramochi had to contain himself to not click his tongue. A sad Sawamura was something he could never tolerate very well. He could pick annoying happiness over this any day.

“Just one round.  After that, we hit the bed early”

In Sawamura’s mind, hitting the bed early would mean lots of hugs and kisses and even more hugs. So he let out a sight and took his place at Kuramochi‘s side, taking the control and selecting the first new player that appeared on the screen

Kuramochi pulverized him in seconds. Not that Sawamura was really trying, but it was still impressive.

“One would think the future ace of the team would be decent at videogames” Kuramochi said, looking at Sawamura from the corner of his eye to watch his reaction.

Sawamura immediately perk up, looking at Kuramochi so fast, his neck must have hurt.

 “You think that I”…

“That you suck at videogames, yeah”.

“That I will be the ace?”

Ah, Kuramochi could almost feel the desire in that question. A simple "yes" would leave Sawamura satisfied. But Kuramochi did not want to see his boyfriend just satisfied, he wanted to see him happy.

“Not with those fighting skills” he answered instead, with a smirk.  Kuramochi could practically smell the fire of competition starting to burn inside his boyfriend.  Good.

“Another round, please!”  Sawamura screamed, looking back at the screen, holding the controller with too much force, actually thinking twice about the character for the fight.

Now this part was tricky. Kuramochi needed to lose, but not without kicking Sawamura ass a little. Problem was: he always had trouble with just kicking Sawamura' ass a little. That ass was as kickable as it was cute.

With some great display of self-control and well timed mistakes, Kuramochi managed to lose.

“Look sempai! I won! Look!”  Announced Sawamura, looking at Kuramochi like he was waiting for something.

“By pure luck!” Kuramochi said, selecting his player again. Nothing was easy on this world. “Come round, second round!”  

Kuramochi destroyed Sawamura in less than thirty seconds.

“Another round, please!” asked Sawamura.  Because he knew that nothing was that easy.

And so it began a fierce competence… of Kuramochi deciding when to lose and when to destroy Sawamura, but it was still entertaining.  Before they knew it, they in the seven round.  And every time Sawamura won, he looked at him with a big smile on his face. Kuramochi felt his cheeks starting to burn.

“I won! I won again!”

Sawamura was acting like a child getting a prize at a carnival every time he won, tugging at Kuramochi’s sleeve while looking back and forth between Kuramochi and the screen. He looked so excited by the prospect of winning against the king of games (and thus proving his ace qualities) that Kuramochi had a hard time stopping himself from grinning like an idiot –or blushing for that matter-.

“Well, look at that, miracles do exist.” Kuramochi said, looking as unimpressed as he could. “I mean, you keeping up with me? Ha!”  

“Is not a miracle!” insisted Sawamura. “I’m reaping the fruits of my hard work and dedication! Prepare yourself, Kuramochi-sempai, I’m taking your crown!”

“Kyahahaha! Let’s see about that!”

“Okay, next fight is all or nothing! If I win, I will be the next king of games!”

Kuramochi waited just before the players gave their pre-fight scene speeches to answer Sawamura.

“In your dreams!” Kuramochi screamed with the same energy. “But if you win, I will give you a gift, okay? Now try to do something about this!”

Sawamura looked at Kuramochi to inquire about said gift, but had to go look back at the screen to save his character from death. The fight was going in the right direction, with Kuramochi destroying Sawamura with a high level combo. Now, to do the most intricate part of it all, Kuramochi must let himself take a few punches, retaliate, take some more damage and then, win.  That would assure that Sawamura…

“I won”… declared Sawamura, sounding as if he himself could not believe it.

“What”… Kuramochi answered, not believing it, even thought he was actually looking at the victory pose of Sawamura’s character. “How?!”

He knew how. He was so busy checking Sawamura’s healthbar that he forgot to check his own. The last punch he let himself take was his doom. In his defense, why would he actually pay attention to his bar? Sawamura sucked by comparison. All the hits the pitcher connected were all part of his design. Well, not all of them apparently.

In a way, this Sawamura actually managed to win. In a way… that little…   

“I won! I freaking won!”   Sawamura screamed with all his force, letting the control fall and throwing himself towards his boyfriend.

“Wait”…

Alas, Sawamura did not wait. After all, he was the victor. And to the victor, the spoils.

Kuramochi found himself against the floor, in a very awkward position, with Sawamura half on top of him, kissing every part of his face that his lips could get close enough, which was everything.

When Sawamura went for his lips, Kuramochi had no other choice but to put his arms around Sawamura´s neck and kiss back. Because this was the Sawamura he fell like a fool for. The one full of passion and love.  The one who could never be talked out of displaying his love in public. This Sawamura Eijun loved Kuramochi Youichi and the latter could still not believe his luck.

“I won…” Said Sawamura when they finally parted, looking at him with soft eyes, “What is my prize?”

Kuramochi could have easily settled all of this with another kiss and some sappy phrase. That would have made Sawamura happy. That was probably was this romantic victor was expecting. But dammit, with Sawamura, nothing was enough anymore. He needed more. They booth needed it.

Suddenly, the forgotten control at his side was more interesting than the face of his boyfriend. There was no doubt he was blushing by now.  

“Well… you, uh, you can have the honor of calling me… calling me Youichi… When we are alone!” Don’t want those assholes making a fuss over it”…

Sawamura looked at Kuramochi like he just opened a Christmas present.

“Youichi… Youichi”…  Sawamura said, tasting the name. Never stopping from looking directly at Kuramochi.

“Don’t make this weird” Kuramochi mumbled, still feeling incapable of looking at Sawamura’s face

“Youichi! Youichi!” Cried Sawamura, hugging him with all his force, hiding his face between Kuramochi’s neck and shoulder.  It hurt.  

“Dammit, I like you so much”. Said Kuramochi reciprocating the hug as best as he could.

“I like you too, Youichi! Call me Eijun!”

“Eijun… shit, Eijun, your name is so…” Gorgeous, precious, beautiful.

Kuramochi wasn’t dumb. He knew Sawamura would use his name in public, albeit, unintentionally. He was just that cute. But who cares, Sawamura was worth the world’s stares and more.   

There was not more need of gaming. When the floor became unbearable, they moved to the lower bunk.

Now this was something Kuramochi liked. Sawamura at his side, his arms and legs entwined to his body. Kissing his cheek from time to time, while Kuramochi just kissed that cute face of him as an answer, while one of his hands on Sawamura´s butt. Firm enough to let his presence be known, but not enough to be a pervert. Perfect.

“So, what were you sad about?” he finally asked.

“You noted it?” Sawamura asked back, delighted to see his show of sadness did not fell on blind eyes.

“Kind of. So what was it?”

Sawamura huffed.

“The latest chapter of Kimi Ni Todoke ended in a cliffhanger. Again! It was so, so frustrating!”

Kuramochi did not look surprised by this. Because, really, he was not.

“I don’t know if I should hit you or kiss you” he said.

“Kisses please!”  Sawamura said, cheerfully “By the way… you didn't let me win, did you?”

Kuramochi let out a scoff.

“Of course I did, I wanted to make a moron of a boyfriend happy” Kuramochi let out the details of the last fight because, details.

“Kuramochi-sempai, you truly are the coolest boyfriend” Sawamura said, looking at him with solemn admiration.

“Damn right. Now kiss me some more”.

Sawamura let out a playful giggle before gladly giving Kuramochi what they both wanted.

“Youichi, you are such a needy boyfriend!”

END

I hope you like it!