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Mizuta was having a fairly great weekend, his parents were at work and he didn't have training that day. So all in all, everything was great. He spent the whole weekend Netflix and chilling with his overly too sweet boyfriend and there was nothing no one could do to fuck him off. His sexual desires were quelled and he'd had enough sleep to fuel him for the next two to three weeks.
Come the next Monday, everything was equally as good save for the moments Midousuji had yelled and squalled at their team for their Zaku-ness . He might have been offended when Midousuji squalled right up in Koutarous face, but he held back his complaints in fear of extra training or extra yelling. Koutarou and Midousuji, something seemed off about the Midousuji conducted himself around the original ace. He didn't yell as much and sure as hell held back when it came to him and it was beginning to get unnerving.
The more Mizuta began to analyze Midousuji, he soon realized that the mean ass first year had a crush on his Ishigaki. It didn't exactly matter that the first year was feeling the feelies for his boy-candy, Ishigaki would never stray and he doubted Midousuji had the gutsies to tell him. Dating was much different from cycling after all. His worry for the situation began to grow, however when he spotted the two alone. Ishigaki was riding the strollers, the back of his club shirt had risen up and an expanse of his sweat slick skin was on show. Which he still didn't mind, what he did mind however was the the way Midousuji licked his lips as he gawked openly at Ishigakis nice and rounded ass.
Ignoring his jealousy, Mizuta high heeled his way out of there opting to pretend he didn't see anything. Besides, Koutarou wouldn't hit on a first year, but Nobu completely overlooked the idea of Midousuji hitting on the other. Not that you could call it flirting, Mizuta noticed the next day, Midousuji kept an even closer eye on their captain. From time to time when they were speaking quietly between themselves (Midousuji speaking without interruption), He noticed the younger boy reaching for the third years bicep and squeezing it between his palm. Ishigaki might have been completely oblivious to the flirtations of their very awkward ace,but he was not.
Without thinking, Mizuta bought one pocari sweat and two cans of bepsi. Shaking one, he offers the sweet water to Midousuji and a can of Bepsi to the other senior. Midousuji eyes him closely and clacks his teeth suspiciously.
"Miiiizzzutaaaa, Gross. Are you trying to impress me with this gross offering?" Mizuta smiles shyly at their ace.
"N-no M-Midousuji-kun, I-I just thought y-you've been working extra hard today c-compared to the rest of us w-weaklings" He forces out a stutter, hoping to push forth his sweeter side. Ishigaki smiles his 'i'm so happy that you're a thoughtful person' smile. Midousuji mutters a gross under his breath.
"That's so thoughtful of you Nobu! You are a very good teammate" Ishigaki smiles widely as Midousuji watches closely at the third years lips. Mizuta can't help but genuinely blush as Midousuji mutters another gross. Mizuta ignores him and keeps a close eye on Ishigakis can, before the third year can open it, he opens his own and a wild gush of caffenated sugars burst onto him. Midousuji squawks and screeches. Gross gross gross gross gross gross gross falling as chant from his thin lips. Ishigaki turns his attention to Mizuta who is now drenched in bepsi with concern on his face.
"Oh Nobuyuki! look at the sight of you, you poor thing! let me help you." Midousuji is still watching them as Ishigaki begins to towel at Mizutas uniform, helping the second year undress from his sticky situation.
"Thank you Ishi-san, but now what will I wear for training?"
"It's okay Nobu, I have a spare set for you in my locker." He walks away with a furrowed brow, determination in his eyes. When he leaves, Mizuta turns and stares unblinking at Midousuji who only glares back.
"You did that on purpose, Zakuu" The second year smiles coyly at his ace.
"What do you mean Midousuji-kun?" the first year kisses at his teeth before he bares them
"Don't lie stupid Zaku." Before anything else can be said, the third year returns with a spare set of clothes. When Mizuta puts them on, their a little too big for him and Ishigaki blushes. Midousuji mutters another gross before he sends the team for another two laps. No one complains, but they don't leave the clubroom willingly. When Mizuta and Ishigaki go to leave the room, their ace calls them back.
"Is there something you wanted, Ace?"
"You're both gross. Very gross. Secretive and very gross." Mizuta cocked an eyebrow at Midousuji as he he began to squaawk and cackle in their faces.
"Disgusting with your feelings. Don't be gross in the clubroom. It's disgusting. HEEEEEEE! You think you're hiding it from me? You're so nasty!" He lurched to full form and dropped his body over Mizutas. Mizuta, who'd grown accustomed to their ace stood stock still as Midousuji screeched once more in his face.
"Midousuji-kun? what is this all about?" Ishigaki turned confused eyes on the first year.
"Nasty little Zaku. Getting yourself wet" He turned wide eyes back at Ishigaki.
"Just so you can wear your nasty zaku boyfriends shirt."
"I didn't do it purposefully Midousuji-kun!" Mizuta turned his eyes away from them both.
"Nobu? did you really?" Midousuji laughed heinously at them both.
"Of coarse he did, Nasty Zaku."
"I-I did" Midousuji widened his lips off his teeth triumphantly (smile maybe?) Ignoring Midousuji, Ishigaki took a deep breath as he looked at his boyfriend.
"B-but why? What if you get sick? what would happen then?" Mizuta frowned at them both, blame in his eyes as he looked at the first year.
"I-It's because Midousuji-kun!" The first year dropped the look on his face as his wide eyes blinked twice.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH?!"
"I-I saw you! Checking out Ishi-sans bum just the other day!" Midousuji let out another screech as Ishigaki gave a confused and exasperated sound.
"I'm not gross like you! gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross" Like a broken record, the first year repeated himself as he crouched to his knees.
"A-And Ishi-san spends too much time with Midousuji-kun too!" He blushed as he turned away.
"I just wanted Ishi-san to look at me now" He whispered a little. Midousuji broke from his spot on the ground and stood tall like he always did, a glare on his usually empty face.
"You're wrong, stupid zaku. You're keeping secrets from the ace. Gross secrets from the ace." He looked between them both with another empty expression
"W-We weren't hiding it M-Midousuji-kun!" Midousuji gave a grunt as he turned away before he turned back and began to walk out the door. As he passed Mizuta he flicked his forehead with a small grunt and the second year swore he could hear the first year say something.
"W-What was that M-Midousuji-kun?"
"I said I liked...."He turned wide eyes at Mizuta as the door shut. On the other side he heard the muffled ending of that sentence.
"Yowaizumi"