“Otoya, I don’t think this is possible.”
Otoya simply grinned, tossing his extra jersey set at Tokiya before looking for another pair of soccer cleats. The older teen sighed again, staring disdainfully at the shorts. White was easily stained; why the colour was used as soccer shorts, Tokiya would never understand.
“I have never played soccer in my life. I don’t think I’m even capable of kicking a ball, let alone-“
The blue-haired teen glanced up from scrutinising the shorts, unfazed by Otoya’s closeness. He had learned long ago that it was useless to push the younger teen away, since personal space wasn’t in his vocabulary.
“It’s not about whether you’re good at soccer, Tokiya. It’s about having fun. You always have that grumpy face on, so I thought you would need some cheering up.”
“No buts! Go change and we can grab something to eat after we play.”
“Otoya, don’t we need a goalpost or something?”
Otoya blinked up from where he was stretching forward on the ground. Tokiya was surveying the grassy area, looking ridiculously pale in contrast to the red jersey top.
“Ah, we don’t have to have one now, Tokiya. And you gotta stretch first, else you’re gonna pull a muscle.”
“But my shorts are white.”
“Don’t mind it. I can wash them later.”
Nodding, Tokiya started stretching with Otoya’s guidance. Once warm ups were over, Otoya grinned and jogged a few meters away from Tokiya.
“Are you ready?”
The grin on the redhead’s face grew as he kicked the ball over to Tokiya, who frowned and kicked back with the front of his foot. As expected, the ball didn’t go where he wanted it to; instead of heading towards Otoya, it bounced off to the right. His partner laughed, shook his head and collected the ball, running back to Tokiya.
“No, no. Use the inside of your foot to kick. It’ll hurt less, promise.”
Frowning more, the taller male shook his head and tried again once Otoya placed the ball at his feet. This time, the ball went straight ahead. The younger male laughed again and ran after it.
“That’s good, Tokiya! Now let’s play a bit of passing!”
To Otoya’s delight, his partner was a fast learner. Passing, simple dribbling, ball possession; the younger teen only had to explain to Tokiya once and he managed to execute it almost perfectly.
“Aah, Tokiya, you’re a natural at this. Awesome!”
“I learn quickly, that’s all.”
“It’s still awesome. C’mon, I’ll teach you more tricks.”
They called it a day when Otoya tripped once in a midst of a tackle and accidentally fell on top of Tokiya, eliciting a soft chuckle from the latter when he apologised and quickly rolled off. Both males were flushed from exertion, Tokiya more so because of his paler complexion, and Otoya couldn’t help but give a comment on it.
” Na, Tokiya. You look healthier like this.”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“There’s more colour on your cheeks, and your smile is brighter. Makes you look more alive, yanno.”
Tokiya reached up to his mouth, feeling the corners of his lips tilted up. He hasn’t smiled this naturally since he first performed as Hayato, but he didn’t know if it’s a good or bad thing. Hayato’s smiles were a pain in the ass to generate, especially when he’s stressed with the deadlines and performance ratings.
“I suppose it’s a good thing then.”
Otoya grinned, clapping him on the back after the cooling down stretches. They headed back to the dorms, stopping by Saotomate to grab a few bottles of water. Otoya was still bouncing on his feet even when they got to their room, his energy level seemingly endless, and Tokiya hid a smile while he changed out of the jersey.
“You never stop moving, do you.”
“Aah, sorry. Soccer always makes me more energetic for some reason.”
“It’s fine, Otoya. I’ll take the shower first.”
“Why don’t we take it together? Saves time and water, and we’re both boys right?”
“…I don’t usually share showers-”
“You don’t usually do a lot of stuff, do you, Tokiya.”
“I suppose you could say that.”
More laughing, and Otoya shook his head, tossing his clothes into the hamper as he grabbed his towel. Not waiting for the Tokiya’s response, he went into the bathroom, whistling cheerfully, leaving the older teen staring at the door to the bathroom.
That… was a very interesting experience indeed. Tokiya figured that there would be more in store for him, especially when the redhead’s involved.