Ficlet Series (ES21)
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Category:
+. to F › Eyeshield 21
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,563
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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MusaHiru
Bento
He really shouldn't chain smoke like this. Fifteen minutes and six cigarettes, it was probably too much. He had never smoked before, back when he was still in school, but that seemed like a long time ago, and he was a completely different person now. He wished he wasn't. He wished he was still worrying over failing out of class or getting more members for the team, wished he could still scheme and joke with Hiruma instead of running his old man's company. Just for a few years, Musashi told himself, then it's the high school equivalency test and he could do whatever the hell he wanted. But no, even then, he'd probably just be doing this.
Musashi heard a noise behind him, some one kicking something and then a dog whimper, and he thought, speak of the devil. He turned around just in time to catch a small plastic box that Hiruma had chucked at his head, followed by a can of soda. A plastic bag hung from Hiruma's elbow, the letters 'Son Son' on the bottom of it.
"You still working for that place?" Musashi asked, opening his store-bought bento as Hiruma took a seat next to him on the brick fence.
"What? You think I'd spend money on you?"
Musashi shrugged, stuffing his mouth with a piece of egg. He gestured at the club house, surrounded as it was by beams of wood and other construction equipment. "You're paying me to do all this."
"Only because you're so cheap."
Musashi turned to look at Hiruma, who hadn't touched his own bento. Hiruma was staring off somewhere, and Musashi studied his face in profile. Hiruma was so strange looking, with those big, pointy ears and that sharp nose. Really cute, Musashi thought, especially when he was cackling over some particularly evil deed he had done.
"Hey, come here," Musashi said, putting down his lunch.
Hiruma turned to him, expression complacent for the moment. "I'm already fucking next to you."
"Come closer." Musashi used a hand to grab onto Hiruma's arm and pulled the other boy closer to him. He knew Hiruma could put up a resistance, if he wanted to; Musashi was bigger and stronger, but Hiruma had all the firearms. Hiruma didn't though, and then their lips were mashing together, and Musashi thought, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Hiruma tasted just as good now as he did a year ago.
Hiruma was the one who pulled away, jerking his arm out of Musashi's hold.
"Class," he explained, and then he was walking away.
Musashi picked up his bento, and waited for his men to come back from their lunch break.
.end.
He really shouldn't chain smoke like this. Fifteen minutes and six cigarettes, it was probably too much. He had never smoked before, back when he was still in school, but that seemed like a long time ago, and he was a completely different person now. He wished he wasn't. He wished he was still worrying over failing out of class or getting more members for the team, wished he could still scheme and joke with Hiruma instead of running his old man's company. Just for a few years, Musashi told himself, then it's the high school equivalency test and he could do whatever the hell he wanted. But no, even then, he'd probably just be doing this.
Musashi heard a noise behind him, some one kicking something and then a dog whimper, and he thought, speak of the devil. He turned around just in time to catch a small plastic box that Hiruma had chucked at his head, followed by a can of soda. A plastic bag hung from Hiruma's elbow, the letters 'Son Son' on the bottom of it.
"You still working for that place?" Musashi asked, opening his store-bought bento as Hiruma took a seat next to him on the brick fence.
"What? You think I'd spend money on you?"
Musashi shrugged, stuffing his mouth with a piece of egg. He gestured at the club house, surrounded as it was by beams of wood and other construction equipment. "You're paying me to do all this."
"Only because you're so cheap."
Musashi turned to look at Hiruma, who hadn't touched his own bento. Hiruma was staring off somewhere, and Musashi studied his face in profile. Hiruma was so strange looking, with those big, pointy ears and that sharp nose. Really cute, Musashi thought, especially when he was cackling over some particularly evil deed he had done.
"Hey, come here," Musashi said, putting down his lunch.
Hiruma turned to him, expression complacent for the moment. "I'm already fucking next to you."
"Come closer." Musashi used a hand to grab onto Hiruma's arm and pulled the other boy closer to him. He knew Hiruma could put up a resistance, if he wanted to; Musashi was bigger and stronger, but Hiruma had all the firearms. Hiruma didn't though, and then their lips were mashing together, and Musashi thought, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Hiruma tasted just as good now as he did a year ago.
Hiruma was the one who pulled away, jerking his arm out of Musashi's hold.
"Class," he explained, and then he was walking away.
Musashi picked up his bento, and waited for his men to come back from their lunch break.
.end.