Cherry Picking「SAKUATSU」✔

3

They had volleyball practice on Monday. Usually Kiyoomi loved practice, it was one of the few places where he could relax and focus solely on the game. But now he had to deal with Miya.

Miya was fine, when he was on the other side of the gym, or setting a ball. Today, though, Miya was not doing those things. Today he was slathering his hand with hand sanitizer, and following Kiyoomi around like a lost puppy.

"Miya," Kiyoomi said with a glare, as they finished stretching after practice. "What on earth are you doing?"

Miya was clinging onto his arm, and looking around the gym with his eyebrows furrowed. Kiyoomi sighed when Miya didn't show any signs that he had heard the question.

"Miya," Kiyoomi nudged him in the ribs. "Hello? Anyone in there?"

Miya whacked him with the hand that wasn't clutching Kiyoomi's elbow, "What are you yappin' about, now?" He said, and finally turned his attention away from the other side of the gym.

"Why are you being so clingy?" Kiyoomi tried to wrench his arm away, but Miya just linked them together again.

"Cause yer supposed to be my boyfriend?" Miya raised an eyebrow. "Boyfriends do touch each other, y'know?"

"Motoya and Suna aren't even here," Kiyoomi countered. "There's no point."

Miya narrowed his eyes, and let go of Kiyoomi's arm. "Whatever," He said, "Ya got any lunch I could eat?"

"Yeah," Kiyoomi said, and stood up from his stretch, "But you better wash your hands."

Miya shrugged, and took out his bottle of hand sanitizer. "Why would I wash my hands when I could just use this?"

Kiyoomi shook his head. "You're disgusting," He said, but he let Miya eat the tuna onigiri he had packed, anyway.

Kiyoomi had never noticed it before, because Miya was never a relevant enough person to pay attention to, but he often forgot to bring his own food to eat after practice. 

Over the next few days, Miya would either ask Kiyoomi or one of the other players for something to eat. It surprised Kiyoomi, considering how Osamu was known for liking food so much.

When he asked him why he never brought his own food, Miya just shrugged and said, "I just forget," Through a mouthful of chewed up broccoli that he had stolen from Kiyoomi. "Ya don't mind sharin', do ya Omi-kun?"

Kiyoomi scrunched up his nose in disgust as he watched Miya eat, and shrugged. "As long as your hands are clean I don't give a shit."

Miya seemed to take that reply and run with it. Over the five days since they made their arrangement, they had yet to see Motoya and Suna in person, but two of Kiyoomi's bottles of hand sanitizer had been emptied so fast he barely had any time to buy more. 

By Thursday the hand holding was so frequent that it had become almost tolerable. Sure, Kiyoomi had wasted good cash on more hand sanitizer than necessary, but he no longer felt the need to wash his hands with half a dispenser of soap anymore. Miya's hand had even started to feel almost comfortable laced with his own. His fingers were longer, and slightly thinner, so Kiyoomi didn't feel like he had to stretch his own apart to fit them in between. 

The reassurance that someone he knew was always trailing a step behind him was oddly comforting, too. He sort of thought it made him feel less vulnerable. 

Until Motoya and Suna saw them together.

Kiyoomi was aware that being seen by those two specifically was the whole point of the hand holding. Miya had made the point that if they held hands before Motoya and Suna saw them, it wouldn't look like they were only being touchy feely in their presence. And more people would think they were together. It sold the lie.