Rabies

Chef Shori, At Your Service

  I angrily glared at anyone that even glanced at me. Most of the people looking at me were from the opposing team that Aoba Johsai was having the practice match against, and it was pissing me off. I assumed they were wondering who the Hell I was and why I was grilling meat on a bar-b-que pit.

  Currently, I was a few yards away from the opposing team's managers setting up tables and covering them with plaid tablecloths. They then began to set out the food the coaches had made just as the guys began to exit the gym. Aoba Johsai was the visiting team, so I hadn't really wandered to explore the new area since I'd probably get lost or caught by someone annoying.

  "Oh, what are you making?" A tall dude with dark brown hair asked with big eyes staring at the grill. "Are you the Aoba Johsai manager?" He added while looking down at me.

  "Yeah, now move it so I can feed my team." I jerked my head to the side to gesture for him to leave as the team in white and turquoise began to eagerly take plates and disposable chopsticks off the little table next to me. They were fighting over who'd get to eat first from the already-cooked meat piled onto a platter in the middle of the table.

  "Actually, I was wondering if I could try some." He smiled while closing his eyes. "It smells really good and our coaches....can't really cook." Narrowing my eyes at him, I listened to the sizzling dead animal bits over the grill. Glancing over to the cooler full of meat, I then shrugged.

  "Knock yourself out. I've got plenty left." Speaking, I was slightly hoping he really would knock himself out. His smile was irritatingly like Shittykawa's.

  "Thanks!" And he slipped in among the others to snatch some of the meat off the table and headed back over to his team. They were going nowhere near the tables their managers had set out and were groaning as they held their stomachs while complaining about their hunger. Some of his teammates looked at him with curious gazes, and I turned back to the grill to fling the cooked meat onto the diminishing pile on the table.

  My own team was silently scarfing everything down, looking like ravenous animals, including the damn cream-puff. They were grunting their approval when another player gave a questioning look, and the Aoba Johsai team looked like a bunch of squirrel-faced idiots. Oh, that was a boost to my pride.

  Chuckling, I tossed some more meat onto the grill. The juices sizzled on the hot metal, and I grabbed a few pieces of wood to feed the fire. I didn't like using coal, it gave the food a bad aftertaste. Instead, wood actually added to the flavor of whatever I was cooking depending on the type of wood. So, fuck coal.

  Glancing over at the table, I noticed some blue uniforms mixed in with the white and turquoise ones and snorted. The other team was eating with us- even their managers and coaches- while their food was getting cold just a few yards away. Flipping the meat on the grill, I smirked while being glad I had decided to prepare a lot of it. Every piece was covered in a blend of seasonings, and I had learned a long time ago how to make cheap meat cuts taste like the expensive shit, so I knew that the mass of people stuffing their faces weren't acting with how good the food was.

  "Please, Chef-chan!" My head jerked up to see a long-haired male in a dark blue uniform down on one knee while clasping his hands together. I raised a brow at him as he looked up at me with honey-colored eyes. "Become my girlfriend!" He practically shouted, silencing everyone's chewing.

  "Huh?!" I glared with a snarl on my face.

  "Oi, stay away from our manager!" Shittykawa piped up with meat hanging out of his mouth. What he was saying was hardly coherent, and the weird guy's teammates were rolling their eyes and acting as if this was normal behavior from the kneeling boy.

  "Shut up, Shittykawa." Growling, I shot him a dirty look. Turning back to the guy looking up at me, he continued.

  "Please! You're cooking is amazing!"

  "Yaki, leave the girl alone." One of his teammates sighed, though, their words were not necessary since what he was saying next was cut off by a foot Sparta kicking him in the chest. The brunette in the dark blue uniform flew back, and everyone watched with wide eyes as the tall blond was death-glaring the other male down. The brunette scrambled away after the pissed-off Mad Dog growled at him, pretty much resolving the whole issue. Well....that was easy- I didn't even have to get my hands dirty.

  "Good boy, Kyōtani." I said while ruffling his short hair. "Have a treat." Grabbing a piece of meat, I tossed it to him and he caught it with his mouth, chewing angrily as his strong glare lost a bit of its intensity. God, he was too much like a dog.

  The Aoba Johsai guys laughed at the whole scene, and so did a few of the others as they found it funny, thinking that Kyōtani was just keeping others away from his team's manager. They weren't far off in assuming that, but his real reason for butting in with the guy asking me out was to get rid of any possible competition.

  After I was done cooking everything and the last bits of what was left were being eaten, I felt a large hand wrap around my wrist before I was suddenly being dragged away.

  "Hey!" I growled while turning around to see who had grabbed me.

  "Shut up." The male growled back, keeping his golden eyes facing straight ahead. Clicking my tongue, I kept quiet out of curiosity as to what he was doing. The blond led me to behind the gymnasium, and I soon found my back against the brick wall.

  "What do you want no-" And my words were cut off as his hands slammed onto the wall on either side of my head. "Are you trying to intimidate me? I think it's a little too late for that." I said while seeing his glare being directed fully at me.

  "Don't." Was all he said.

  "Don't what?" Furrowing my brows, I noticed his glare was more from frustration rather than him being pissed off.

  "Don't date that dick." And cue the rolling of my eyes as I crossed my arms. "I'm fucking serious."

  "Why? It's not like I belong to you." I unintentionally popped off.

  "Yes, you do." Kyōtani growled just before crashing his lips into mine. My body tensed, but my lips automatically followed his, and his hands fell off the wall. He was the first to add tongue into the mix as my muscles relaxed and one of my hands slid up his chest and into his cropped hair. His hands landed on my hips, pulling me toward him. My other hand remained planted on his chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat beneath my palm.

  Kyōtani's hands slid back, grabbing my ass as he pulled my body flush against his while the wall left my back. He smelled of dried sweat from the game and tasted like what I had made the team for lunch. His long fingers were groping at my rear as he ground his pelvis into mine, and I felt my body temperature rising as a stifled moan left my mouth. It was muffled by the kiss, but I felt the spiker tense up against my body.

  "Yamiko, where- Oh...." We heard someone clearing their throat, and we jumped away from each other. My skin felt hot while my face felt as if it was on fire as I looked to see who it was. "Next time you two decide to sneak away, go somewhere more private for that sort of thing, okay?" Iwaizumi suggested while not really seeming to care about how he found Kyōtani and I. "By the way, congratulations on finally realizing how you two feel about each other. Took you long enough, you idiots." He laughed while walking away.

  "And the fucking mind-reader strikes again." I popped off.