Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Kiss And Tell

This is literally shit and I don't know why I'm publishing this but it's not like I can't unpublish it later so bleh whatever I don't give a fuck. Anyway, hope you guys like it.

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"We don't have to do anything, you know."

Konoha gulped, thankful for the darkness of the closet. He didn't want Washio to see just how embarrassed he was about this whole thing. He swallowed again, hoping his voice didn't tremble.

"I'm fine."

He sighed inwardly. His words had came out a bit more wobbly than he has hoped, but at least he didn't stutter. Considering how the boy that he had a crush on was barely three feet away from him in this dark, cramped space, he's surprised his voice didn't crack.

He knew exactly what he was getting into when Komi and Sarukui had cornered him in the bathroom two days ago, telling him that Komi was hosting a sleepover at his house for the third years while his parents were out of town. He had also been told that he was in fact coming to the sleepover because he had no say in whether he was coming or going.

As predicted, that very same day, Komi and Sarukui caught him in the hallway after school was dismissed, and basically kidnapped him, dragging him all the way to Komi's house with grins wide enough to rival the Cheshire Cat.

He tried not to flinch as Washio shifted, his foot lightly brushing against Konoha's ankle. Washio shuffled around the closet a bit more, no doubt trying to get at least somewhat comfortable in the small space despite his height and build. When he finally settled down, huffing in exasperation and annoyance, Konoha let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"Konoha, are you alright?"

Konoha could feel Washio's eyes staring at him. He swallowed again, his mouth dry. "I'm okay."

"...just making sure." Washio finally said after a few more moments of silence. "I'm sorry about this. Saru, Shirofuku, and Komi think they're a big fucking riot, shoving us in here like we're a couple of horny teenagers in a horror movie. Not everyone wants a relationship, idiots, especially if the basis of it is just for sex."

Konoha's eyes widened. He pushed his knees closer to his chest, resting his arms on his knees. "You don't want a relationship?" He said softly. "Not even when you get older?"

The clothes hanging behind them rustled a bit as Washio moved again. "Well... I guess I wouldn't mind it..." he answered. "It just has to be the right person. And I don't want to have sex."

Konoha's head spun as it tried to process this new information. His heart was pounding, excited at the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he could be together with Washio. He smiled despite himself, his entire body warm.

"W-Well, I..."

Both Konoha and Washio jumped as a couple of loud bangs sounded from the other side of the closet door, followed by high-pitched, drunken giggling from Shirofuku. "Excuse me," Sarukui called out gleefully. "But I don't hear any naughtiness! You sticks in the mud have no class, not even using an opportunity when it's given to you. Especially you Konoha!"

"Shut up, Sarukui!" Washio snarled. "One more word, and I'm kicking this damn door down so I can wring your neck!" 

"Like you weren't going to anyway! You'll kick our asses from here to fucking America as soon as we let you out!"

"You're damn right I would!"

"Ooh, feisty! Maybe you can tame the beast, eh, Konoha? Talk to you later, Washio! Don't forget, you still have four minutes!"

Sarukui cackled as Washio growled, the noise guttural. Konoha turned his head to the side, his face sizzling with embarrassment at the implication of Sarukui's words. "Oh my god..."

Washio was seething, his breath hot and heavy from behind gritted teeth. "I am going to murder those three."

Konoha hid his face in his knees and tried not to groan, his whole body aflame in shame and humiliation. Images circled through his head, so fast yet so slow in their movements. Him and Washio kissing, Washio pushing him against a wall as he buried his face in his neck, Konoha letting out shameful noises as Washio pinned him down and just-

"Konoha!"

Konoha choked, tears pricking his eyes as he was startled out of his thoughts by Washio's rumbling yell. Suddenly, Washio was near him (So close...!) and his hands were touching him, gently prying his arms away from his knees so his face was revealed again. He choked once more as he fought against Washio's grip, not wanting the other boy to be anywhere near him while he was in this state.

"L-Let go!"

"Not until you calm down."

Konoha yelped as Washio's voice breathed right next to his ear, recoiling at the ticklish buzz it left behind. Large hands gripped his arms gently but firmly, and he reeled back, feeling Washio's eyes staring intensely at him in the darkness.

He sniffled pathetically, tears trailing hotly down his cheeks as they leaked from behind tightly closed eyelids. "Please let go..."

Washio's grip on him tightened. "Why are you crying?"

"Washio, please!" The words were harsh whispers, spilling out before he could stop himself. "Just let me go! Let me go and leave me alone until they let us-"

Konoha's eyes flew open as he was suddenly met with the warm feeling of Washio's lips on his own. He was kissing Washio Tatsuki. Washio Tatsuki was kissing him.

Much to his inner disappointment, the kiss ended almost as soon as it started, and Konoha was left to just sit there, his jaw slack and his face burning. Washio let out an exasperated chuckle, his hold on Konoha's arms slacking.

"Ah, dammit." He mumbled quietly. "So much for being smooth about it, huh?"

"Y-You... you-!"

Washio laughed again, and Konoha's brain short circuited, leaving him to continue to make weird noises of confusion as he tried to make sense of the series of events.

A hand gently tucked a stray hair behind his ear, before moving down to wipe at his tear stained cheek. Konoha flushed even more, trying to remember how to breathe.

"Forgive me for that, huh?"