Who: Kentarou Kyoutani and Hajime Iwaizumi What: challenges When: yesterday Where: various places but currently the gym at school Rating: Who knows honestly, so far, fairly PG-13 for boy's kissing? Status: In Progress
If there was one thing that Kyoutani was beginning to realize would never change, it was the competitive nature he held, especially regarding one Iwaizumi. In a way, it was comforting to have him around, at least until he decided to leave for college. Though, Kyoutani expected that. Iwaizumi had decided that before even coming here. He knew it would happen. He didn't expect Iwaizumi to feel so...off. He was good at hiding it, but he didn't miss the way he argued with teammates, more on edge than normal. It wasn't his place to ask, and he wasn't sure that Iwaizumi would've told him anything anyway. They didn't exactly have that sort of friendship. Still, he kept himself close, in the same way he always had. A challenge here, a bit of competitiveness there.
Today it had been a race. He might have called it a run in the beginning, but they both knew what was going to happen. He pushed, and perfectly, as if he could read minds, Iwaizumi picked up the pace as well until they were running at full speed, sprinting. By the end his chest was heaving, muscles tense and protesting, but damn if it felt good in that sense. It still felt horrible to lose, but if he was going to lose, losing to Iwaizumi was preferred to anyone else on the team. Even their Captain, who was kind of creepy with his weird personality, didn't feel like a worthy competitor.
The race wasn't the end of it. It rarely was. Kyoutani didn't give up too easily. If he did, he wouldn't have gotten to where he was already. They'd made their way to the gym, and eventually they pulled out a mat for a wrestling match. Rules weren't really needed and would've been hard to follow anyway. It had started out pretty evenly matched, or that's how Kyoutani felt. Iwaizumi might've had the best arms Kyoutani had ever seen, but his core was excellent to counter it. Yet, even when he managed to get his weight ontop of Iwaizumi, he always seemed to break out at the last second. It was frustrating, and after a failed grab, Kyoutani found himself on his back, pinned, chest heaving yet again as he just accepted the situation.
He glared, because it felt like the only thing he could do. One. Two. Three. Defeat. "You suck." It wasn't true, and there was no venom in his tone. It felt good, in a way, to be back at odds with Iwaizumi in this sense. Yet, having him so close, Kyoutani couldn't help the way his heart started to race, and maybe he was reading the situation wrong. He probably was. He didn't exactly get into these situations. His hand reached up, grabbing a fistful of Iwaizumi's shirt to yank him down and all but crash his lips against his.