Falling - Iganana

Sweat

It was a normal Tuesday.

A boiling hot Tuesday, however.

The air conditioners in the school struggled, barely keeping the air circulating. Everyone's spirits were low, except for the swim team's.

Nanashima whined about his hair sticking to his forehead, vainly trying to push the strands back. "This is really annoying."

Serinuma, having already put her hair into a ponytail, offered to let him borrow a headband.

Nanashima decided to take her up on the offer, heat more oppressive than his "manly" pride.

Serinuma slipped the headband on, exposing his forehead, and squealed at how adorable it looked, calling Nishina to come take photos.

The headband was plain and black, thankfully. Nana was expecting cat ears or some gay shit.

"Where's Iga?" He questioned. Class was about to begin and normally he was early.

"I haven't seen him," Mutsumi replied politely. "Oh, here he is."

The boy entered the classroom, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up just like every other AC deprived person there.

"Where've you been, asshole," Nanashima welcomed him graciously.

"Hey Nana," Igarashi loosened his uniform's red tie, exposing his collarbone, shiny from sweat. He swallowed, feeling odd. "Why are you wearing that?"

"The headband? It's Serinuma's, she let me borrow it," explained Nanashima, fanning his face with the assignment folder.

Igarashi nodded, sitting down just as class started.

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Nanashima splashed his face with water in the restroom sink. "Why is it so hot, I want to die.."

Igarashi watched the beads of water stream down Nana's neck and past his shirt collar.
"I should have called in sick," Igarashi mumbled as he washed his hands and tried to stop his gay thoughts.

"Are you feeling okay? Apart from this hell anyway," asked Nana.

"I might be dehydrated or something," he grimaced at his dishonesty.

"Weird," Nanashima sighed, watching as Iga fixed his dark hair in the mirror with his fingers. He had always noticed that Igarashi was attractive, but seeing his biceps against his shirt like that always made him lose his train of thought.

"We'll be late for gym, come on," Igarashi passed by Nana, briefly holding his friend's shirt sleeve.

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