i swear to god if this gets deleted like the last miyauchi one i'm gonna sue
the roughhousing that happened in the cafeteria during meals was honestly astounding. it was just the baseball team as well. food has been thrown, trays flipped and/or thrown. someone has been put in a chokehold, and had to tap out before they passed out. i don't know if Coach knows this, but i've seen an entire table be flipped before. it has all been pretty much in good fun, but it ends up not fun because then the people who made the mess have to clean up the mess.
so, today i was sitting amidst a bunch of the team, second and third years. the first years sat apart from this group. i was sipping on my milk box that i had walked a long way to get from a vending machine. it was lunch time, and i expected to get through this meal without and mishaps. it was a couple weeks into the second semester, so the amount of homework i got each night was getting larger.
but none of that is really relevant to this story. anyhow, i put down my almost empty milk box to continue eating and Kuramochi thought it would be a good idea to grab it, point it at me and squeeze it. it sprayed all over my chest and chin, and he looked absolutely horrified at the results. i mean, what was he expecting? that it was completely empty? there's always some drink left in these boxes in these situations. to be fair, that's sorta the point to doing it in the first place, but i had done absolutely nothing.
i sent Kuramochi a stiff glare and wiped my face with my sweater, but could do nothing to fix my sweater. so i took it off, and was left in my t-shirt. it was cold out, and even though i was surrounded by boys, i still felt a chill from the loss of my warm sweater. if it stained, i swear to god, i'd kill Kuramochi. and i'd get away with it.
"i'm sorry, (y/n)! i didn't think there was any left in it!" he apologized through his giggles.
"ha ha," i said bitterly. "there's always some left in these, Kuramochi. you should know that. this is no way to treat your upperclassman!"
suddenly, Keisuke stood up quickly, pushing out his chair smoothly. "you can wear mine," he tells me, slipping off his sweater. i had a sudden urge to see his stomach if his shirt lifted up as well, but i shook it off when i saw that his shirt was neatly tucked into his pants.
"you sure, Keisuke? i can just get one from my dorm. it's cold outside." but he shook his head, sitting back down. "thank you," i said, putting on the sweater.
it was warm and soft, and it swallowed me. he was quite a bit bigger than me. but to be fair, he was bigger than most people his age. buff from working out, and tall. the smell of it i couldn't quite pin point, but smelt like what i imagined Keisuke to smell like.
"no problem," he said, going back to eating. i did the same, and smiled to myself, cheeks heating up for whatever reason.
"why're you blushing, (y/n)?" Miyuki teased.
i glared at him. "oh, fuck off Kazuya!"
god, i'm in deep.
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i didn't update too long ago. i feel accomplished. i like this oneshot quite a bit.
perhaps a sequel? comment suggestions as to what should be in the sequel and i'll see what i can do
see you soon!
