Impulsive

By Kireira

Impulsive


In the spur of the moment, Eiji pulled his partner towards him, and pressed his lips on Ooishi's mouth.

Some didn't even notice among the uproar following that tough victory for Seigaku's first doubles. Kawamura was waving the banner excitedly, Kaidou and Momo stared, the first years gaped, Fuji looked surprised, Inui raised an eyebrow, and Ryoma was under a tree somewhere else.

Ryuuzaki-sensei and Tezuka promptly exchanged a look, then just as quickly turned away from each other.

On the court were an excited Eiji and three dazed players, but Ooishi, recovering quickly from his partner's quirks as always, turned to the net to offer a handshake to their bewildered opponents with an apologetic smile.

Walking back to the sidelines, he waved at his equally bewildered teammates with the same gentle smile, and Eiji, probably clueless still, gave them a victory sign and a wink.

"Good game," Tezuka said, and the shock diminished. The regulars raised their thumbs in unison, grinning.

Ooishi idly thought of what lines Inui had scribbled in his notebook, of how much teasing he'd get during practices, of whether or not Inoue-san had captured the moment. Then he felt the weight of Eiji's arms on his shoulders, their post-game body heat merging in a wave; and he threw away his worries to join in his partner's carefree laughter.

Eiji winked privately at him, his usual way of saying I-love-the-game-we-played-Thank-you-for-being-a-wonderful-partner.

Something told him Eiji was not completely clueless, and Ooishi contemplated if he could blame it on impulse to return the kiss now -- properly.


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