Ishq Mubarak🤞❣️

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  Hwiiiu!!!!! 

Ship : Sai Sudarshan × Washington Sundar

(top washi, bottom sai) 

For @Mishtipatel777777 

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Sai  Sudarshan adjusted his gloves, already annoyed.

He was early. Always early. Discipline = slay.

But of course, he was late.

"Washi late again?" one of the coaches asked, eyeing Sai with a smile.

Sai rolled his eyes, "He thinks he's fashionably late. It's just... annoying."

Cue Washington Sundar walking in with a lazy grin and a towel slung over his shoulder.

"Missed me?" Washi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sai didn't even look up.

"Missed the peace and quiet, actually."

Washi smirked. "Yeh lo. Attitude 101."

Sai turned to him, finally. "Someone has to have it, since you clearly left yours in Tamil Nadu."

Washi laughed. A full-on giggle.

"Ohhh so we're doing states now? Kya baat hai, Mr. Chennai Super Chill."

"Please," Sai scoffed. "I came here to bat, not babysit."

Their coach clapped. "You two are net partners today. Work it out. No drama."

They both glared. At each other.

Then at the coach.

Back to each other.

"Great," Washi muttered. "Can't wait to get bowled over by Mr. Serious."

"Better than getting hit in the ego, which is clearly too big to dodge," Sai snapped back.

But as Washi got ready to bowl, he threw a wink.

"Don't fall for me, Sudarshan."

Sai looked at him deadpan. "I'd rather fall on the pitch.

Same net session, but the vibe's heating up.

Sai adjusted his helmet, jaw clenched.

Washi was *so* smug, so slow, and so annoyingly calm.

Like bro, how is he not sweating?

Washi casually spun the ball in his hand.

"You ready, starboy?"

Sai sighed. "Just bowl already. Before I die of boredom."

Washi grinned. "Tumhare jaise patakha ke liye, slow  hi banta hai."

Sai blinked. "What does that even mean???"

Washi didn't answer. He just bowled.

The ball came fast and sharp Sai misjudged.

It ricocheted off the bat edge and came flying *straight at his face.*

Before he could react--

Washi was there.

One step, two steps--hand on Sai's chest pushing him back gently, the ball thudding harmlessly to the ground.

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