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Just once.
Shingo stood behind a tree, a fairly old looking one, and peeked around its wide trunk. A cicada buzzed nearby, loud in his ear in the summer heat. Nothing could distract Shingo now though. He crouched down low, his eyes fixated on the two men in front of him.
Kyo and Iori were sparring, both shirtless, their skin sheening with sweat, hair ruffled and messy, eyes dilated as they fought. Shingo watched with wide eyes, taking in every detail.
Shingo watched with rapt attention as the men's muscles flexed and tensed, stretching and bunching up as they spun around, kicking and clawing at each other.
Usually he would be cheering Kyo on, closer on the sidelines, but nothing had been usual about Shingo for his 19th summer. His eyes kept lingering on Iori, not Kyo. In fact, he barely paid any attention to Kyo, his attention almost solely focused on Iori.
Shingo watched as Iori caught Kyo on the side of the head, leaving welts as he scratched at Kyo's face. Iori’s expression remained how it usually was. He looked nonchalant, almost bored, even in the midst of fighting. Shingo raked his eyes over Iori's body, which was slick with sweat, tensed, and toned.
Shingo turned his head away, leaning back against the tree trunk. His stomach burned with that all too familiar feeling he had been getting all summer around Iori. He clenched his fists, his face heating up with a sense of shame. He couldn't help but to turn his head back though, wanting to see more.
It seemed Kyo and Iori had stopped fighting when he turned his head, as now they were both walking across the field they had been fighting on, talking to each other. They stopped at the far edge of the field, where a water spout was. Kyo leaned down to drink, as Iori stood nearby, arms crossed. From this view, Shingo could see Iori's well defined arms and back, muscles rippling under the summer sun. Just once, Shingo wanted to have those arms wrapped around him.
Just once.