Snaggletooth (&Team)

5. Yuma's Not Chocolate He Won't Melt

Asakura and Yuma arrived at the designated area for Nightball by the dusk of night.

"We're finally here!" beamed Yuma, slightly nudging (punching) Asakura's arm. He felt a sudden fuzzy feeling around Asakura, perhaps comfort? The ride may have been a good idea and Yuma may have enjoyed it a bit too much.

Asakura swiftly nodded, unbothered by the punch, and began walking towards the other players who attended the trial. Yuma followed behind him, scanning the players curiously.

The corners of his eyes caught the gaze of sharp husky orbs that belonged to a person Yuma immediately recognised. Yixiang's brow arched as he stared between Asakura and Yuma, "You guys seem to be pretty close?"

"Yixiang! You're here too?" exclaimed Yuma with wide eyes. His shock slowly turned into a slim frown "I thought you were gonna hang out with Mika tonight! So I took a ride with Asakura!". Yuma huffed irritatedly and turned around with his arms crossed across his chest in a 'humph!'

"So, you went with Asakura? Wouldn't have expected that" muttered Yixiang, before looking up at Asakura "Dude, didn't know you played Nightball" he half smiled. "A lot of people don't seem to know" responded Asakura with a soft voice, slowly taking off his coat.

"I've been playing this sport since I was little" mumbled Asakura as he slowly placed his coat on Yuma's sulky figure. Yuma's sulky face broke into a small gasp as his small body drowned in the warm cloak.

"But only as a hobby, before now" gushed Asakura, swiftly continuing his conversation with Yixiang while Yuma blazed in heat below him, from the warmth of the coat, but also his own cheeks.

Asakura could feel the light chill growing in the air.

"That's cool, Mika never told me you liked sports?" chuckled Yixiang. The frown reappeared on Yuma's face "Mika this, Mika that, you're obsessed with her!" he frustratedly stormed off.

"What? Hey! What's up with him?" Yixiang questioned with a frown, staring after Yuma's small frame waddling away in the mound of cloak. Asakura merely glanced at Yixiang with an unreadable expression before turning around to stretch out his limbs.

Yuma was frustrated and he knew it was an exaggeration, he didn't even know why he was so frustrated. Yixiang was always an annoyance, well since the few years in high school that Yuma knew him. Yixiang was always the type to play with girls' hearts and Yuma was used to it. But Mika was different, she wanted Yixiang tightly wrapped around her fingers and she got it. Yixiang never missed out on practice, before her, and now he couldn't offer Yuma rides or even hang out with his friends often.

Yuma thought 'if you're so obsessed with each other then just date already!'

"Ouch!" Yuma bumped into something hard. "Watch where you're going, miniscule" muttered the melodic yet husky voice of his senpai. "I'm so sorry, Koga senpai!" blurted Yuma, bowing a 90 degree bow.

"Why are you wearing that? You need to change into a more appropriate jersey for playing" grumbled Koga, eyeing Yuma's fashion choice "Do you want to get your school uniform dirty?"

Yuma gasped "Oh, I didn't bring any extra clothes". Koga's eyes rolled as if naturally and he began walking forward.

When he noticed Yuma not following after him he muttered "You coming?". Yuma wasn't sure where Koga was going, but he obliged anyway. They walked up to Koga's bag. Koga bent down and dug his hand into the brown bag, pulling out a shirt. "Here, take this"

Yuma stared at the shirt, flabbergasted, it was a simple cream coloured shirt with the logo 'Celine' imprinted on the front. "You gonna take it or just keep staring?" rasped Koga. "Oh, yes thank you" Yuma carefully took the shirt from Koga's hold.