Drabble # 02
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shirokiTitle: Blame The Heat
Author: Shiroki
Fandom: Eyeshield21
Pairing: Monji --> Hiru
Rating: PG13
Summary: Jumonji staring at Hiruma's sweaty nape...
Disclaimer: I wish I own Hiruma *sigh*
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fairiesgonenuts *hug* kore kara mo yoroshiku na!!
a/n: Basically i like Hiruma Uke, so I'm trying to write n draw (the doujinshi) if Jumonji being his seme...but it's always just become an UST ^^;;
Timeline: After Deimon Devil Bats got back from America, some time before Autumn Tournament.
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It was already entering September, but the weather was still hot like hell. Juumonji, the eldest of Haa Haa three brothers, entered the club house abruptly. Morning practice was over and he just wanted to take off his jersey and protector, take a shower, and go to class before the lesson started.
As he walked into the changing room, he found the captain was already there, wiping his face with a towel damped with sweat. Not bothering to cast a glance at the scar-face, the captain remained quiet, even as Juumonji brushed past him on his way to the locker. As he was undoing his protector lace, he heard Hiruma slam his locker door quite hard.
Jerking up his face, Juumonji was greeted with the sight of Hiruma’s pale, slender nape, glistened with sweats that were trickling down his spiky blonde hair.
It was probably because of the heat from earlier practice that sort of fogging his brain, as he found himself dazing over the rather inviting vision. It was probably because of the heat from the unusually warm weather that he found himself thinking of how yummy it would feel like to run his tongue along the quarterback’s pale neck.
He was about to come to the delicious part of envisioning the look on his captain’s face should he brush his mouth to the slender pale nape, when Juumonji heard Hiruma muttered, “Oi! Fuckin’ elder, if you don’t hurry up, you’ll miss the fuckin’ class.”
Well, that was just about it. Letting out quite a hesitant grudge, the scar-face proceeded to strip himself off, reach out for the towel, and then head to the shower room.
He found himself murmuring, “damn heat…” over and over.
- END -
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es21_yaoi, ukehiruma
Author: Shiroki
Fandom: Eyeshield21
Pairing: Monji --> Hiru
Rating: PG13
Summary: Jumonji staring at Hiruma's sweaty nape...
Disclaimer: I wish I own Hiruma *sigh*
Betareader:
fairiesgonenuts *hug* kore kara mo yoroshiku na!!a/n: Basically i like Hiruma Uke, so I'm trying to write n draw (the doujinshi) if Jumonji being his seme...but it's always just become an UST ^^;;
Timeline: After Deimon Devil Bats got back from America, some time before Autumn Tournament.
==================================================================
It was already entering September, but the weather was still hot like hell. Juumonji, the eldest of Haa Haa three brothers, entered the club house abruptly. Morning practice was over and he just wanted to take off his jersey and protector, take a shower, and go to class before the lesson started.
As he walked into the changing room, he found the captain was already there, wiping his face with a towel damped with sweat. Not bothering to cast a glance at the scar-face, the captain remained quiet, even as Juumonji brushed past him on his way to the locker. As he was undoing his protector lace, he heard Hiruma slam his locker door quite hard.
Jerking up his face, Juumonji was greeted with the sight of Hiruma’s pale, slender nape, glistened with sweats that were trickling down his spiky blonde hair.
It was probably because of the heat from earlier practice that sort of fogging his brain, as he found himself dazing over the rather inviting vision. It was probably because of the heat from the unusually warm weather that he found himself thinking of how yummy it would feel like to run his tongue along the quarterback’s pale neck.
He was about to come to the delicious part of envisioning the look on his captain’s face should he brush his mouth to the slender pale nape, when Juumonji heard Hiruma muttered, “Oi! Fuckin’ elder, if you don’t hurry up, you’ll miss the fuckin’ class.”
Well, that was just about it. Letting out quite a hesitant grudge, the scar-face proceeded to strip himself off, reach out for the towel, and then head to the shower room.
He found himself murmuring, “damn heat…” over and over.
- END -
xposted:
es21_yaoi, ukehiruma
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on 2007-06-15 01:47 pm (UTC)Ohisashiburi ne, reading your fanfic ^^
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on 2007-06-16 01:14 pm (UTC)If it become MonjiHiru, dunno why, Monji was always being the 3rd person a.k.a unrequited love, poor Monji. But i like it XDD
Sou dana, hisashi buri dana. btw, i'm still waiting your Kotaro -> MusaHiru's fic!!!
demo mou muri ka, hoka no fic kaiterun deshou ima?? XD