[Fic] Discretion 2: Determination
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lotus_beautyTitle: Discretion
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lotus_beauty
Rating: PG-13 (this part)
Pairings: Keita+Ryo(+Ryu eventually)
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: Keita(21) is a young soccer buff who decides to try out for the team of his idol—and longtime crush—Ryohei(22). He makes it onto the team, but can he make it into Ryohei’s heart?
Notes: I know nothing about how soccer players are picked/practice/play in Japan, so tough nuggets. And Ryohei is blonde again!
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Keita knew practice wouldn’t be easy. He knew getting close to Ryohei wouldn’t be easy. He couldn’t help wonder how the hell both ended up being so simple his first day of practice.
Practice had been a cakewalk—well, more so than he thought it would be. After finding out he was on the team, Keita doubled his efforts and practiced every day on his own. His sisters were rather inspired by his determination and actually went along with him to the park to help him (though, he had a feeling they just wanted to see if they could meet guys at the park). Getting in the mindset for hard work made practice easier than he’d anticipated and he made sure he wouldn’t just think practice was easy, and that he would still try as hard as he could. Though he couldn’t beat some of the veterans on the team, everyone was surprised by his strong will and his quick adaptation to their difficult activities.
It turned out getting close to Ryohei wasn’t difficult at all. The coach had decided Ryohei would be his senpai until he felt that he was comfortable in the practices. The blonde ended up not having to explain much, since Keita always seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Keita started to realize that having Ryohei close was actually a little distracting. Well, okay more than just a little, it was a lot distracting. Especially Ryohei’s lips—they were really distracting and Keita never wanted to think about why. By the end of the week, Keita had suggested he and Ryohei stay on opposite ends of the field so that Ryohei could watch him from afar and later suggest corrections on his playing during breaks. Keita felt that this worked much better because he wasn’t concentrating on Ryohei’s eyes staring at him from ten feet away and he wasn’t nervous about it. He could relax and concentrate on his game.
Ryohei also liked his suggestion because then he could watch Keita when the ball wasn’t near and play properly if the game came near him. At the end of the day, the coach and Ryohei often had the same suggestions for Keita to work on and the coach often told Chiba on more than one occasion he should coach when he ends up quitting soccer. The blonde responded he’d never quit and ran off one time before Keita heard the coach say he never quit either, a pleased smile on his face. Somehow, he felt warmed by that remark.
Near the end of practice a few weeks after Keita started, he stopped to get a drink when he heard the coach yelling at some players, most of them new, from the sidelines about things they needed work on.
A frown worked its way onto Keita’s face. “How come you never yell at me, Matsumoto-san?”
“Eh?” The coach turned, surprised to see the young man there. “Oh, Tachibana-san.” He laughed and listed off a number of things Keita needed to work on, causing Keita to turn red with embarrassment and apologize. “Don’t apologize and get out there and work!”
“Right!” Keita took off out in the field, knowing he’d seen a grin hiding behind the coach’s eyes and felt a glow of pride. Matsumoto could tell he was working hard! It was paying off!
It wasn’t long before Keita really felt like part of the team and had made friends with lots of the players, including Ryohei. Smiles would light up when they had to play against one another and Keita was on their team. Though he had heard a few of them speaking jealously about his talent and how much others liked him, he couldn’t help but notice they always admitted he was a good player and they wished they could be like him. Keita wasn’t one to get jealous, but he could understand how they felt. He never got angry about it; he just played as well as he could and was nice to everyone. Ryohei commented on how modest he was once and he told the shorter man to stop, which only made him tease Keita more. Even though it made him embarrassed, it felt nice to have Ryohei notice.
Every time the blonde said something to Keita, it was a constant reminder of his feelings hiding below the surface. He would feel that light flutter in his chest or stomach and he would find himself changing the subject to keep himself from turning red—which he seemed to be doing a lot these days. Ryohei never seemed to notice thankfully. He was always so into the game that even though Keita would get slightly flustered at a compliment or comment on a play, Ryohei was off and running already before he could see it.
There was one time in particular Keita loved remembering though. It was about a month after he joined that the team was playing a game against one another and for once, Keita and Ryohei had been split onto opposite teams. Before they started the game, the captain of Keita’s team pointed out a weak spot in Ryohei’s defense to his team and asked them to mercilessly point it out to the blonde while they were playing. Ryohei had been particularly annoying in the locker room before practice and apparently, his team wanted to exact some revenge.
It was pertinent at this point for the scene to replay in Keita’s mind, because it had been annoying to them, but mostly hilarious in his opinion. The brunette had been sitting on a bench, leaning over tying his shoes when a song started to play on the radio. The song itself wasn’t specifically special, besides the fact that it was a new release, but what happened seconds after it started was what garnered the annoyance. As soon as the male singer’s voice started in the song, Ryohei appeared at the end of his row of lockers, belting out the lyrics of the rock song. Keita nearly fell off the bench because he was so shocked that Ryohei could sing and so well! He laughed as the blonde ran around the locker room, singing the lyrics to his teammates, Keita included. At one point, he heard a tongue click from beside him and looked up to see Ken shaking his head in amusement.
“He does this every time that guy has a new song on the radio,” his teammate explained as Ryohei failed at trying to serenade the coach—who smacked Ryohei’s head with the clipboard he often carried.
“I’m a fan of him, but you won’t see me running around singing to everyone,” Keita replied through a chuckle as Ryohei started to dance near the end of the row of lockers.
“Good!” Ken waggled a finger at him. “Or so help me, I’ll hurt you.” He grinned. “Everyone will get their revenge at practice.”
So they did. And Keita exacted it. It wasn’t his intention to be the one to do it, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Whenever Ryohei managed to get the ball, wave after wave of players went straight for him to attack the weak spot he’d exhibited. After a while, Keita got bored with it and was often left standing watching Ryohei prove he could defend against the attackers as his teammates let him, and laughed. When Ryohei’s side gained possession of the ball again and it was passed to the blonde, everyone looked at Keita since he was the only one who hadn’t attacked Ryohei yet. He decided he wanted to have some fun. As the blonde found Keita was the one attacking him, he looked even more determined to keep the ball and went straight for him. This was his first mistake.
As the distance closed between them, Keita faked moving the way all of his teammates had toward Ryohei, which is what the blonde anticipated and moved to counter. It would have worked if Keita had been planning to attack Ryohei the way his teammates had, which he wasn’t. He darted to Ryohei’s unprotected side and swiftly stole the ball, leaving the shorter man in complete bewilderment as to what was going on. Keita flew down the field past Ryohei’s dumbfounded teammates and kicked, scoring before they even knew what hit them. Keita’s hands were in the air and his team was yelling and hitting him affectionately as they congratulated him. He could hear the captain of his team scolding Ryohei for leaving that side open just because people were attacking another. The short man sighed in defeat and flopped down on the grass to stare up at the sky. Keita couldn’t help thinking victory was sweet.
The coach then yelled at Ryohei’s team for being so slack in their defense and ordered them to run laps as Keita’s team made their way to the locker room, as practice was over. Being a good sport, Keita offered a hand to the blonde on the ground to help him up.
“This is all your fault!” Ryohei pointed up at Keita, who incidentally didn’t mean to snicker, but did anyway.
He bit his lip to keep from laughing when Ryohei pouted like a child. “Sorry,” was all he could offer.
“You’re buying me dinner!” the blonde told him and took off running.
Keita was stunned. Dinner? Like a date? He shook the thought from his head and quickly made his way to the locker room, trying to decide if this was bad or good.
After showering and getting dressed, Keita watched as Ryohei dragged himself into the locker room with his worn out teammates and told Keita to wait for him. So, he sat down near Ryohei’s locker to wait. Now, most who happened to glance over if they passed by would have thought Keita was waiting to gloat, or that the looks he was casting at Ryohei as he returned from his shower were him reveling in his victory. Keita didn’t mind this, since he was just enjoying seeing Ryohei half naked and all wet in a towel. Maybe he shouldn’t be enjoying himself so much, but he couldn’t help the fact that he had a prime opportunity to take advantage of. Today was a good day. He didn’t think of much else besides that though, so as not to give away just how much he liked seeing the blonde that way.
He pried his eyes away as Ryohei started to dress, to give him at least some privacy, and waved to Ken who said his goodbyes and thanked Keita for putting Ryohei in his place. The blonde grunted as he pulled his baggy jeans on and reached into his locker for his shirt. Keita was almost sad when Ryohei’s toned body disappeared under the loose-fitting clothing. He smiled brightly when the blonde turned, finished with the daily ritual. Ryohei responded with a glum expression and closed his locker before leading Keita out. The taller man didn’t bother saying anything, because despite the showy pout, he could see that Ryohei’s eyes were laughing. He was 22 going on 3 apparently.
Weaving through the crowds on the streets, Keita was amused when Ryohei led him to a crepe stand where he proceeded to order his crepe, then looked at Keita, crossed his arms, and waited. The brunette stepped forward and ordered one himself—he was entitled to some dessert after his victory—and paid for both.
“This is dinner?” he asked as the lady handed him the confection and he thanked her.
“No, but I needed some cheering up,” Ryohei told the taller man as he led them to a table and sat.
“Liaa,” the brunette said through the ice cream in his mouth.
Ryohei giggled at him. “Okay, so I was thwarted and wanted to cheer myself up about the upset.” He sighed. “I can’t believe I didn’t see that coming.”
“Me neither,” Keita laughed. “But you were quite into the challenge.”
“I didn’t expect you of all people to change it up,” the blonde admitted. “Thanks for teaching me a lesson.”
“Ah, well…” Keita willed his face to not turn red at the compliment, but it didn’t seem to be listening.
Ryohei laughed. “Always so modest. Honestly, I think you did really well today.”
“Thanks,” Keita bobbed his head and devoured his crepe to hide his blush. This was getting ridiculous. He had to really get used to this.
“Don’t let go of that determination,” Ryohei commented between bites. “It’ll keep you on your toes and learning constantly as you keep playing.”
“I won’t,” Keita assured him with a smile.
“Thanks for the crepe.”
“Thanks for the company.”
The smile that lit of Ryohei’s face made Keita even more determined than ever.
~***~
End notes: Senpai denotes someone who is older and more experienced than you and is often used by younger or inexperienced to address older or more experienced people, someone who is their senior.
Author:
lotus_beautyRating: PG-13 (this part)
Pairings: Keita+Ryo(+Ryu eventually)
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: Keita(21) is a young soccer buff who decides to try out for the team of his idol—and longtime crush—Ryohei(22). He makes it onto the team, but can he make it into Ryohei’s heart?
Notes: I know nothing about how soccer players are picked/practice/play in Japan, so tough nuggets. And Ryohei is blonde again!
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Keita knew practice wouldn’t be easy. He knew getting close to Ryohei wouldn’t be easy. He couldn’t help wonder how the hell both ended up being so simple his first day of practice.
Practice had been a cakewalk—well, more so than he thought it would be. After finding out he was on the team, Keita doubled his efforts and practiced every day on his own. His sisters were rather inspired by his determination and actually went along with him to the park to help him (though, he had a feeling they just wanted to see if they could meet guys at the park). Getting in the mindset for hard work made practice easier than he’d anticipated and he made sure he wouldn’t just think practice was easy, and that he would still try as hard as he could. Though he couldn’t beat some of the veterans on the team, everyone was surprised by his strong will and his quick adaptation to their difficult activities.
It turned out getting close to Ryohei wasn’t difficult at all. The coach had decided Ryohei would be his senpai until he felt that he was comfortable in the practices. The blonde ended up not having to explain much, since Keita always seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Keita started to realize that having Ryohei close was actually a little distracting. Well, okay more than just a little, it was a lot distracting. Especially Ryohei’s lips—they were really distracting and Keita never wanted to think about why. By the end of the week, Keita had suggested he and Ryohei stay on opposite ends of the field so that Ryohei could watch him from afar and later suggest corrections on his playing during breaks. Keita felt that this worked much better because he wasn’t concentrating on Ryohei’s eyes staring at him from ten feet away and he wasn’t nervous about it. He could relax and concentrate on his game.
Ryohei also liked his suggestion because then he could watch Keita when the ball wasn’t near and play properly if the game came near him. At the end of the day, the coach and Ryohei often had the same suggestions for Keita to work on and the coach often told Chiba on more than one occasion he should coach when he ends up quitting soccer. The blonde responded he’d never quit and ran off one time before Keita heard the coach say he never quit either, a pleased smile on his face. Somehow, he felt warmed by that remark.
Near the end of practice a few weeks after Keita started, he stopped to get a drink when he heard the coach yelling at some players, most of them new, from the sidelines about things they needed work on.
A frown worked its way onto Keita’s face. “How come you never yell at me, Matsumoto-san?”
“Eh?” The coach turned, surprised to see the young man there. “Oh, Tachibana-san.” He laughed and listed off a number of things Keita needed to work on, causing Keita to turn red with embarrassment and apologize. “Don’t apologize and get out there and work!”
“Right!” Keita took off out in the field, knowing he’d seen a grin hiding behind the coach’s eyes and felt a glow of pride. Matsumoto could tell he was working hard! It was paying off!
It wasn’t long before Keita really felt like part of the team and had made friends with lots of the players, including Ryohei. Smiles would light up when they had to play against one another and Keita was on their team. Though he had heard a few of them speaking jealously about his talent and how much others liked him, he couldn’t help but notice they always admitted he was a good player and they wished they could be like him. Keita wasn’t one to get jealous, but he could understand how they felt. He never got angry about it; he just played as well as he could and was nice to everyone. Ryohei commented on how modest he was once and he told the shorter man to stop, which only made him tease Keita more. Even though it made him embarrassed, it felt nice to have Ryohei notice.
Every time the blonde said something to Keita, it was a constant reminder of his feelings hiding below the surface. He would feel that light flutter in his chest or stomach and he would find himself changing the subject to keep himself from turning red—which he seemed to be doing a lot these days. Ryohei never seemed to notice thankfully. He was always so into the game that even though Keita would get slightly flustered at a compliment or comment on a play, Ryohei was off and running already before he could see it.
There was one time in particular Keita loved remembering though. It was about a month after he joined that the team was playing a game against one another and for once, Keita and Ryohei had been split onto opposite teams. Before they started the game, the captain of Keita’s team pointed out a weak spot in Ryohei’s defense to his team and asked them to mercilessly point it out to the blonde while they were playing. Ryohei had been particularly annoying in the locker room before practice and apparently, his team wanted to exact some revenge.
It was pertinent at this point for the scene to replay in Keita’s mind, because it had been annoying to them, but mostly hilarious in his opinion. The brunette had been sitting on a bench, leaning over tying his shoes when a song started to play on the radio. The song itself wasn’t specifically special, besides the fact that it was a new release, but what happened seconds after it started was what garnered the annoyance. As soon as the male singer’s voice started in the song, Ryohei appeared at the end of his row of lockers, belting out the lyrics of the rock song. Keita nearly fell off the bench because he was so shocked that Ryohei could sing and so well! He laughed as the blonde ran around the locker room, singing the lyrics to his teammates, Keita included. At one point, he heard a tongue click from beside him and looked up to see Ken shaking his head in amusement.
“He does this every time that guy has a new song on the radio,” his teammate explained as Ryohei failed at trying to serenade the coach—who smacked Ryohei’s head with the clipboard he often carried.
“I’m a fan of him, but you won’t see me running around singing to everyone,” Keita replied through a chuckle as Ryohei started to dance near the end of the row of lockers.
“Good!” Ken waggled a finger at him. “Or so help me, I’ll hurt you.” He grinned. “Everyone will get their revenge at practice.”
So they did. And Keita exacted it. It wasn’t his intention to be the one to do it, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Whenever Ryohei managed to get the ball, wave after wave of players went straight for him to attack the weak spot he’d exhibited. After a while, Keita got bored with it and was often left standing watching Ryohei prove he could defend against the attackers as his teammates let him, and laughed. When Ryohei’s side gained possession of the ball again and it was passed to the blonde, everyone looked at Keita since he was the only one who hadn’t attacked Ryohei yet. He decided he wanted to have some fun. As the blonde found Keita was the one attacking him, he looked even more determined to keep the ball and went straight for him. This was his first mistake.
As the distance closed between them, Keita faked moving the way all of his teammates had toward Ryohei, which is what the blonde anticipated and moved to counter. It would have worked if Keita had been planning to attack Ryohei the way his teammates had, which he wasn’t. He darted to Ryohei’s unprotected side and swiftly stole the ball, leaving the shorter man in complete bewilderment as to what was going on. Keita flew down the field past Ryohei’s dumbfounded teammates and kicked, scoring before they even knew what hit them. Keita’s hands were in the air and his team was yelling and hitting him affectionately as they congratulated him. He could hear the captain of his team scolding Ryohei for leaving that side open just because people were attacking another. The short man sighed in defeat and flopped down on the grass to stare up at the sky. Keita couldn’t help thinking victory was sweet.
The coach then yelled at Ryohei’s team for being so slack in their defense and ordered them to run laps as Keita’s team made their way to the locker room, as practice was over. Being a good sport, Keita offered a hand to the blonde on the ground to help him up.
“This is all your fault!” Ryohei pointed up at Keita, who incidentally didn’t mean to snicker, but did anyway.
He bit his lip to keep from laughing when Ryohei pouted like a child. “Sorry,” was all he could offer.
“You’re buying me dinner!” the blonde told him and took off running.
Keita was stunned. Dinner? Like a date? He shook the thought from his head and quickly made his way to the locker room, trying to decide if this was bad or good.
After showering and getting dressed, Keita watched as Ryohei dragged himself into the locker room with his worn out teammates and told Keita to wait for him. So, he sat down near Ryohei’s locker to wait. Now, most who happened to glance over if they passed by would have thought Keita was waiting to gloat, or that the looks he was casting at Ryohei as he returned from his shower were him reveling in his victory. Keita didn’t mind this, since he was just enjoying seeing Ryohei half naked and all wet in a towel. Maybe he shouldn’t be enjoying himself so much, but he couldn’t help the fact that he had a prime opportunity to take advantage of. Today was a good day. He didn’t think of much else besides that though, so as not to give away just how much he liked seeing the blonde that way.
He pried his eyes away as Ryohei started to dress, to give him at least some privacy, and waved to Ken who said his goodbyes and thanked Keita for putting Ryohei in his place. The blonde grunted as he pulled his baggy jeans on and reached into his locker for his shirt. Keita was almost sad when Ryohei’s toned body disappeared under the loose-fitting clothing. He smiled brightly when the blonde turned, finished with the daily ritual. Ryohei responded with a glum expression and closed his locker before leading Keita out. The taller man didn’t bother saying anything, because despite the showy pout, he could see that Ryohei’s eyes were laughing. He was 22 going on 3 apparently.
Weaving through the crowds on the streets, Keita was amused when Ryohei led him to a crepe stand where he proceeded to order his crepe, then looked at Keita, crossed his arms, and waited. The brunette stepped forward and ordered one himself—he was entitled to some dessert after his victory—and paid for both.
“This is dinner?” he asked as the lady handed him the confection and he thanked her.
“No, but I needed some cheering up,” Ryohei told the taller man as he led them to a table and sat.
“Liaa,” the brunette said through the ice cream in his mouth.
Ryohei giggled at him. “Okay, so I was thwarted and wanted to cheer myself up about the upset.” He sighed. “I can’t believe I didn’t see that coming.”
“Me neither,” Keita laughed. “But you were quite into the challenge.”
“I didn’t expect you of all people to change it up,” the blonde admitted. “Thanks for teaching me a lesson.”
“Ah, well…” Keita willed his face to not turn red at the compliment, but it didn’t seem to be listening.
Ryohei laughed. “Always so modest. Honestly, I think you did really well today.”
“Thanks,” Keita bobbed his head and devoured his crepe to hide his blush. This was getting ridiculous. He had to really get used to this.
“Don’t let go of that determination,” Ryohei commented between bites. “It’ll keep you on your toes and learning constantly as you keep playing.”
“I won’t,” Keita assured him with a smile.
“Thanks for the crepe.”
“Thanks for the company.”
The smile that lit of Ryohei’s face made Keita even more determined than ever.
~***~
End notes: Senpai denotes someone who is older and more experienced than you and is often used by younger or inexperienced to address older or more experienced people, someone who is their senior.
