Koisuru Boukun One-Shots

Another Side Of Morinaga

    It was cold. A biting, frigid cold that had Tatsumi furiously shivering from head to toe. His teeth chattered in his head as he vigorously rubbed his arms to keep warm. He had absolutely no idea why he'd let himself be dragged into this...
    He and his kohai were in Tokyo for the week; Morinaga had earned a round trip to the grandiose capital from his company at Shizuoka—with included flights and hotel, all expenses payed in full—and during their third day there was when Morinaga had insisted they go to Sunshine City in search of various merchandise of beloved animes.
    Within the past week, Tatsumi had learned a new side of Morinaga; not only did he love TV, but he loved anime—and probably a little too much...
His newest interest—turned obsession—was a particular homo-erogenous anime about ice skaters from Japan and Russia, and had binged watched the entire season within a day. He'd even gone as far as saying the small Russian boy with short blond hair reminded him of Tatsumi... The poor thing had earned a smack at that comment.
    And being at Sunshine City, Morinaga had bolted for the anime's merchandise. "God. This kohai is insufferable..." Tatsumi had grumbled, more or less to himself, as he was pulled along by Morinaga through the various aisles who practically gasped at every merchandise he recognized; he seemed to act upon instinct to grab said merchandise, admire it, and worship it. And as soon as they'd neared the BL section... Tatsumi had shot out of the store like a canon.
    Thankfully it hadn't taken the younger man too long when he finally came out of the store with a titanous grin plastered on his face, humming as he carried out multiple large bags.
    And though he acted as if Morinaga was the biggest embarrassment in the world—and suppressed his urge to roll his eyes practically every other minute—he didn't actually mind Morinaga's childlike vigor and excitement as he bounded along with his merchandise. That is, until Morinaga broached the idea that it was winter... and that he wanted to try ice skating. With Tatsumi...
    And to say the least... Tatsumi was mortified by the mere thought of it.
'Oh god.' He had thought to himself over and over and over again. 'That is single handedly the worst idea I have ever heard...'
    Which led Tatsumi to his current predicament, grasping tightly to the guide wall of an outdoor ice rink and refused to take Morinaga's hand whenever he'd skate past him. Of course Morinaga was a natural pro at it. Tatsumi wouldn't be surprised if by the end of the day he was doin pirouettes and spins and leaps.
    "Senpai~! Come on, please?" The kohai begged, skating closer to him.
"No! Absolutely not! Its bad enough you basically forced the skates on my feet and dragged me onto the ice. You should be happy I've come this far!"
    "But you should try skating in the middle, its more fun!"
    "No I'm staying here. I'll make one loop around the rink and leave."
    "Senpai you're no fun."
    "I'm not trying to have fun, I'm trying to not die!"
    Morinaga huffed a sigh in defeat, knowing if he argued any further he'd only anger Tatsumi. "How 'bout you take my arm and I help you around the ring faster so you can leave?"
"Fine, but for your torture of me, you're buying me nikuman." Gingerly, Tatsumi began to skate away from the wall—the brunette offered a hand to him. "Don't touch me, I can do it myself."
    But just as Tatsumi feebly tried to skate out farther... A little kid zoomed past him made him lose his balance. Morinaga caught his shoulder and took the opportunity to take his senpai's mitten covered hands and began to slowly pull him away from the wall. "N-no! NO! NOT SO FAST IDIOT!" Tatsumi demanded with a shrill as Morinaga gradually fastened his pace—startling some mothers from the sideline.
    "You wanted to leave as soon as possible so I'm going fast."
    "I'm going to fall!"
    "No you're not, and if you do, I'll catch you."
    "I have little faith in you, now slower you moron!"
    "Thats mean, and this isn't the bedroom senpai, quiet down please."
The blond sent him a death glare. "Slow down right now or I'll throw you across the rink."
    "How do you figure that if you can't even get the basics down?"
    "Don't question my logic, just get me out of here."
    "As you wish, senpai."
Morinaga pulled Tatsumi closer to the exit to leave but as luck would have it, the same kid from before once again tried to zoom past them but instead lightly crashed into Morinaga.
    Out in the open of the rink, the two men and young boy all fell; Tatsumi cursed filthily as he fell on his ass. They all sprawled out on the ice in a tangle of limbs—Morinaga's hand inadvertently between Tatsumi's legs, the boy gone flying away from them.
    Instantly the boy was up and helping Morinaga—who barked out in fits of laughter—and Tatsumi up from the ice. "I'm so sorry mister! I didn't mean to run into you!" The boy flushed in embarrassment, words fumbling from his lips as he bowed deeply.
    Morinaga, brushing the ice dust from the back of his legs and arms, checked to see if Tatsumi was alright. "No real harm done here," he ruffled the boy's hair, "no need to fret. Apology accepted."
The boy bowed once more and shot for the exit—the men followed suit. "You alright senpai?" The brunette asked helping the blond up.
    "I'll have some bruises, but no broken bones," he grumbled in annoyance rubbing his backside, "I told you this was a bad idea."
Morinaga chuckled, "Alright, point made, I'll never ask you to do this again," and led him off the ramp, but not before he leaned in to whisper in his senpai's ear. "Expect my hand between your legs, again, later tonight." His voice husky and low and full of promise.
    Tatsumi blushed furiously and swung for his kohai... But landed on his ass again.
Gods above, his butt was going to hurt like hell tomorrow.