]]>"So, I'm evil?" Hajime-san murmured against Yuuta's shoulder, after a moment.
Yuuta laughed. "Yep. I like it that you are." He tangled his fingers with Hajime-san's and pulled his hand close to kiss the knuckles. "It's fun."
]]>Yuuta stopped short, looking out over St. Christopher's courts, which they had come out at the back of. "Oh," he said, very quietly, eyes wide.
]]>Hajime-san laughed, the soft, throaty sound that he only ever made in bed, the one that made Yuuta hard just hearing it
]]>He'd never really taught Yuuta anything about managing people; he'd never had to.
]]>Once he made up his mind to something, Yuuta had no self-consciousness Hajime had been able to discover, and he seemed perfectly content to lie in bed naked and discuss tennis while Hajime's hands wandered over him.
]]>"No." Yuuta kicked the door shut behind him, because he really didn't want the whole dorm hearing this. "I just... well I wondered... what it's like. I mean what happens. When you... um."
]]>"Kaneda," Yuuta growled, knowing he was more flushed than exercise could excuse, "they are betting on my personal life."
]]>Yuuta supposed it was all sorts of good omens and stuff like that for the third years to graduate just as the sakura were blooming, but this year he felt just a little lost, watching the petals fall over everyone's carefully pressed uniforms.
]]>Hajime's hands were cold.
He didn't bother telling himself it was because they were playing outside in the dead of winter. He knew better, and he did try not to lie to himself, at least.
]]>"I didn't do that with any special skill or talent," he said, flatly. "I could do it because I've been working my ass off, according to a training schedule Mizuki-san made." He paused to let that sink in, and to catch his breath. "Now. Do you want to be able to do that?"