Snaggletooth (&Team)

9. Did You Make It?

“Did you get into the Nightball team?”

Yuma looked up at Asakura with expectant eyes, he really wanted Asakura to get in the team.

Asakura smiled down at Yuma’s wide eyes full of hope, he couldn’t help but keep his response to a suspense in order to keep Yuma staring at him with those eyes for a bit longer.

“Well?” urged Yuma, his eyes softening at the thought of Asakura not making the team.

“...I got in” hummed Asakura, a grin slowly making its way to his lips.

“Omygosh! Yes!” beamed Yuma, jumping in joy. He couldn’t contain his excitement and shamelessly jumped towards Asakura to wrap him in a warm hug. Asakura’s ears reddened as he felt Yuma tighten the grip around his waist. He slowly wrapped his own arms around Yuma’s back.

Yuma’s cheeks dusted in pink when he felt Asakura push him closer to himself. His heart thumped when their bodies pressed against one another. He could feel the heat from Asakura’s body radiate onto his own. It felt as if his arms moved on their own to tighten the grip around Asakura as well.

Yuma had to admit that sometimes it felt as if his body became a thing of its own whenever he was with Asakura and he hoped Asakura felt the same way. Whenever they would make contact it felt as if neither of them wanted to withdraw.

“Yu-kun! Let’s go, the sun’s setting!” blustered Hirota, munching on a pack of cheesy chips.

Yuma immediately withdrew from Asakura after reminding himself of Hirota’s presence.

Asakura looked up at the bleeding orange sky “Hmm, I should also get going”

“Well then, see you around” chimed Yuma with a nervous chuckle, tucking his hands politely behind his back. He looked Adorable.

Asakura couldn’t help but stare at Yuma’s beautiful figure. The way Yuma’s talc hair glistened under the golden hour light, tanning his pale skin with a healthy glow and how his cheeks lightly tinted pink as his beautiful hazel eyes stared into his own.  “See ya”

Yuma looked hesitant as if he wanted to say something but was contemplating whether to ask or not.

Askura began walking ahead but stopped in his tracks when Yuma yelled after him “Can I call you by your first name?”

(In Japan it’s common for people to refer to others with their last names/their family name. There's something very intimate about calling people by their first names or using no honorifics, so addressing someone by their nickname or first name becomes a sign of a close relationship. shalala! )

Asakura slowly turned around and smiled “Of course.”

Yuma opened his mouth gleefully but paused to take his time to pronounce the name out loud properly.

“Then, see you later…Jo,” Yuma smiled at how nicely the name rolled of his tongue.

***

“Oh, hey let me help you with that,” reckoned Huma, quickly latching his hands beneath the huge box Mr Byun had been struggling to carry.

“Oh thanks hyung” mumbled Mr Byun. Only his warm brown hair could be seen as the box covered the view of his delicate features.

After Huma assisted Mr Byun with his stacks of boxes filled to the brim with paperwork, he sighed “Gosh, you sure are a busy person”

Mr Byun lowered the last box with a thud “Yeah.. i really need a break or something.”

His mindless rambles were heard loud and clear by Huma, who looked up at him after a moment of deep thought.