I couldn’t help but hear
Miyuki Kazuya x gn reader
Word count: ~500
Tags & warnings: sexually suggestive
Note: This is accidentally a commercial for Tylenol. In this au, the boys end up on the same team in college. As usual it’s much longer than I intended.
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…ear buds…wallet…lotion…chapstick… Maybe the side pocket? Nope, that’s just keys. Maybe the locker…
“Miyuki?”
He jerks up and yelps when the bench connects with his knee.
“Are you ok?” You rush toward him in wide-eyed concern.
“I’m fine, I’m just…”
You’ve probably just finished hauling all the equipment in. That’s why you’re out of breath, and not because…
“You’re just…?”
He jolts when your warm hand grazes his forearm.
“Oh— ye— sorry I was just…uh…” I was just reminded of how you sounded last night is probably not an appropriate response, so his eyes dart around frantically “—I was just looking for this!” His hand plunges inside your backpack to retrieve— “Tylenol!” He forces out a chuckle. “Had a bit of a headache.”
“Oh. I could’ve gotten that for you.”
“I didn’t want to bother you.” It seems you bought his lie, which is suspicious in and of itself. Under normal circumstances, you would see through him immediately, especially with the way he’s holding the bottle aloft as proof, like he’s some kind of Tylenol salesman. There must be more pressing things on your mind.
Out of nowhere, your knees wobble. He barely catches you before they give way.
“Whoa, are you ok?”
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You look up at him, dazed, look through him really.
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It’s the closest he’s ever been, pressed up against your chest and gently gripping your arms. The sharp citrus scent of your skin makes everything else fade into static.
“I’m fine! I’m fine. I need to go. You can keep the rest of the Tylenol.”
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Miyuki sways disoriented when you shove him off.
Wait.
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Something’s buzzing.
“Ready to g- oh, Miyuki. You’re here too.”
Yuuki startles you both when he rounds the corner to the clubhouse.
“Te- Yuuki! Yeah, let me just grab my stuff.”
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“Don’t worry, I’m not in a rush,” he responds, fiddling with something inside his jacket pocket.
You let out a sudden squeak.
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Miyuki arches a brow at Yuuki. “Nice of you to take them home.”
“Well, it’s important that everyone on the team is taken care of. Anyway, they’re close.”
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You stumble toward them with a shaky smile. “Ready.”
If not for the brief eye contact Yuuki makes with you, Miyuki would’ve thought he was ignoring you, because instead of leaving, he becomes uncharacteristically talkative, asking about Miyuki’s new weightlifting and mobility regimen.
After some minutes, you finally tug at Yuuki’s sleeve. “Please? Can we go, please?”
The buzzing gets louder, almost drowning out your ragged breaths. Your knuckles are white where you clutch Yuuki’s arm.
“Hold on one more minute for me, ok?”
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