Entry tags:

!tenipuri, nioukiri

puberty
I-I'm not dead! ;'DDD;; I wrote this around September 15 because stupid me thought his birthday was on the 15th, not on the 25th. D: Only posting this now because alsdnlknsdg super busy ;; And and and I know I haven't been replying to comments much but but asdksdgl EXAMS ARE UP AND WHEN THEY'RE OVER, I'LL TRY TO MAKE UP FOR IT ;; ♥♥

Hope you enjoy this one~ :) Even though I missed posting this on Akaya's birthday .___.;

Title: Puberty
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1513
Pairing: Niou Masaharu x Kirihara Akaya

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.

Summary: Niou-sempai and vibrators and puberty.

p u b e r t y

It was a Saturday when Kirihara realized that he was in love with Niou-sempai. He was horrified out of his wits because he was in love with Niou-sempai. He even considered skipping morning practice that day but decided that he didn't want to risk having Yukimura-buchou smiling very, very sweetly at him because Yukimura-buchou smiling very, very sweetly at him meant that he was about to be slaughtered, or horribly lose his dignity. Both weren't exactly favorable.

He also didn't want to die without having felt some good boobs. He was not gay. He was just in love with Niou-sempai. He could still dream about boobs, couldn't he?

Just to be sure, he watched that porn video he hid in a shoebox with the nurse and the vibrator twice. Just to be sure.

-

Morning practice was normal, Kirihara thought with relief. Being in love with Niou-sempai didn't change anything after all.

Sanada-fukubuchou was still going around slapping people, Yanagi-sempai's eyes were still closed, and Yukimura-buchou was still trying to massacre them all with laps. Good, everything was normal.

"Seaweed head!"

Kirihara cringed inwardly when an arm was sloppily thrown over his shoulder. He shot his sempai an annoyed look. "Don't call me that!"

Niou-sempai smirked and ruffled his hair messily.

Kirihara glared through bundles of curly bangs.

Marui-sempai rolled his eyes as he passed them by towards his assigned court. "Get a room, you guys."

Niou-sempai grinned, ruffled his kohai's hair once more, and sauntered away in search of a new victim.

Kirihara's face only returned to its original color when Sanada-fukubuchou slapped him for not paying attention ten minutes later, which was horribly ironic.

-

It was a Tuesday when Niou realized that he was horribly, horribly smitten with his kohai. It was a sudden revelation that shocked him during tennis practice until a tennis ball hit him on the head. Then he wasn't so shocked anymore because he kind of, sort of expected it. He just didn't think that he'd be so pissed to see Yukimura-buchou ruffling Kirihara's hair affectionately, or to see Kirihara beaming up at Yukimura-buchou.

Tuesdays were such mysteries, Niou concluded.

After that revelation, Niou did what any other boy his age would do.

Pick on the object of his desire.

It was really kindergarden, Niou knew, and after all, he already picked on Kirihara enough way before Niou even thought of being in love with him, but he made sure Kirihara realized the difference between the pranks back then, and the pranks now.

That is, until a prank went bad and he saw Kirihara trying very hard not to sniffle while Yukimura-buchou fussed over him asking what happened to his hair.

From the other side of the court, Yagyuu sighed exasperatedly at the sight of his doubles partner totally forgetting about their match. Niou was looking at Kirihara again.

Yagyuu hit a tennis ball to Niou's head, both to help his friend and to lessen his frustration because hitting tennis balls to a person's head does wonders.

Niou fell to the floor with an 'oomph!' but that was the least of his problems.

It was a Wednesday when Niou realized that he was horribly, horribly smitten with his kohai up to the point of obsession.

Then again, it wasn't as if he was surprised.

-

It was Monday night when Kirihara realized that the porn video with the nurse and the vibrator didn't work anymore. Again, he was terrified out of his wits but not because the nurse and the vibrator didn't work anymore. He was terrified out of his wits because Niou-sempai and the vibrator did.

And it was just... so wrong. Kirihara shuddered.

But he found himself turned on anyway.

-

It was another Saturday when Kirihara realized mournfully that he hated puberty. He was running out of tissue, as well as reasons to tell his mother just why the tissue rolls were disappearing one by one.

-

It was yet another Saturday when Kirihara's world came crashing down on him. Yukimura-buchou, Sanada-fukubuchou, and Yanagi-sempai left early for reasons unknown (Kirihara didn't want to delve too much to what those three did together because the thought itself was terrifying.) so the task to lock up the clubroom was left to the remaining regulars. Translation: the task to lock up the clubroom was left to the only second year in the regulars. It was annoying being the kohai sometimes, but he lived.

Except Kirihara had no idea when a vibrator was added to the equation.

Apparently, some other third year kept a vibrator in his locker and forgot to lock it. Kirihara did not want to know what a guy was doing with a vibrator and what it was doing in his clubroom locker. He also did not want to know just who the guy was (and, if ever, who he was using the vibrator with.) because if he did, he was pretty sure that he will never be able to walk inside the courts without turning red up to his ears.

Actually, right now, he was pretty sure that he will never be able to walk inside the clubroom without turning red up to his ears.

And what the hell was Niou-sempai doing wriggling that -- that thing?!

Kirihara grabbed his stuff and dashed out of the clubroom, a hand covering his bleeding nose.

"SORRYBUTIHAVETOGOSOLOCKUPTHECLUBROOMFORMEOKAAAY"

His mother nearly freaked out when he came home still in his dirty jersey and with the front of his shirt splattered with blood.

He hoped that she wouldn't wonder about what triggered such a heavy nosebleed.

-

It was a Sunday when the shrill voice of his mother woke him up, saying that he had a visitor. Before he could fully sit up in his bed, his bedroom door slammed open and in came striding Niou-sempai.

Kirihara's first thought was that this was a nightmare. If it wasn't, then it was maybe one of those stupidly detailed wet dreams he'd been having lately.

Then Niou-sempai ruffled his hair and laughed at his bed hair looking a lot more like seaweed than his normal hair.

That was when he became really horrified because Niou-sempai ruffling his hair meant that this was real, and that Niou-sempai was in his house and in his room, and he just woke up and the bedsheets were probably fucking wet, because at the back of his mind, Kirihara vaguely remembered dreaming about Niou-sempai and the vibrator again.

Kirihara thought that maybe he fainted because the next thing he knew, he was lying back on his bed, blinking up at Niou-sempai peering down at him.

Kirihara raised his head abruptly and yelped as his head made contact with Niou-sempai's even though he did that on purpose because he wanted to make sure that he really was awake. That, and he wanted to inflict physical pain on the source of his aggravation.

Niou-sempai grumbled, rubbing his forehead with a wince.

"Geez, seaweed head, it's the fucking morning. To think that you'd be so hyper." He muttered, raising an eyebrow in Kirihara's direction.

Kirihara turned pink. He scowled. "It's the fucking morning, yeah. What the hell are you doing here?"

Niou-sempai twitched. And promptly pulled at Kirihara's bangs.

Kirihara yelped.

But inwardly sighed in relief.

Because Niou-sempai pulling his hair meant that things were normal.

Then Niou-sempai grinned at him with a knowing look, talking about sticky, wet sheets.

Kirihara's jaw dropped. And his face flushed. And he gaped -- before promptly kicking Niou-sempai off his bed and ignoring the pained 'oomph!' that reached his ears before stomping his way to the bathroom and locking the door.

It didn't take long before Niou-sempai was banging at his bathroom door and growling about manners towards sempais because kohais do not kick their sempais off their beds. Kirihara didn't reply. Then Niou-sempai started going on about how it was 'fucking normal so stop sulking in there, you stupid seaweed head!'. Kirihara didn't reply.

Niou-sempai stopped talking.

Kirihara held his breath.

Niou-sempai sagged against the door in defeat. "Hey."

"...What?"

"Just what did you dream about anyway?"

Kirihara didn't reply.

Niou-sempai waited.

The door slowly opened. And Kirihara looked absolutely defeated.

"Vibrators." He said dryly.

Niou-sempai stared. "Uh-huh."

Kirihara swallowed, before continuing. "Niou-sempai and... vibrators."

Niou-sempai continued staring.

It wasn't exactly the best romantic confession ever, but Niou-sempai knew enough Kirihara-speak to be able to translate so he pulled Kirihara by the shirt and kissed him long and hard.

When they pulled apart, Kirihara was red up to his ears and around his neck.

Niou-sempai licked his lips. “You know, I know this really good store selling vibrators. They even have ones shaped like tennis rackets.”

Kirihara’s jaw dropped, gaping.

Niou-sempai grinned impishly, shrugging. “You know. If you want. Just in case.”

Sighing exasperatedly, Kirihara fell forward, resting his head on Niou-sempai’s shoulder. Niou-sempai caught him loosely in his arms, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.

Kirihara punched him on the chest lightly, too tired to scowl at his sempai for teasing him.

He groaned.

“It’s still too fucking early, damnit.”

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