harasawa katsunori × araki masako

[warning: implied/referenced sex]

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Harasawa gives his lingering touch on her bare shoulder, her collarbone, her side muscle chest, then her abdomen. It is surprisingly delicate. He has ever held her bare hands recently, which earn a frown yet somehow there is no hint of disapproval. He involuntarily held hers to warm his palm only to be perplexed by the softness of her skin. It is unbelievable soft for someone like Araki who constantly involved in rough activities, being both the former of biker gang and national team, in addition of her job as physical education teacher. He never considered her as the type who would take meticulous care of such things, unlike him who at least has to nurture his unkempt, wavy hair-which sometimes makes him envious of her soft straight hair that takes little to no time to be taken care of. He then decides to caress her head, something only Aida could do on their younger days. Ah, those golden days. They were younger and livelier and there were an infinite span of opportunities laid before them. What were he thinking back then when he chose to be a coach on an average school and become a chemistry teacher? And the second silver lining he had ever grasped was the ace of Teiko's basketball club, Aomine Daiki-which later put Tōō Academy among the best in Tokyo. Then, as they all say, "one thing leads to another", the Winter Cup brought his former teammates back together, and them in their way to the gymnasium-an awkward greeting and it was enough to take them to this state. Never have he ever regarded all of this to be in his future line: joining the national team then retired to become the rising-star high school coach and getting the 'perfect' life society expects them at their age.

He thought he would not stand a chance: he is too laid back and she is strict even for herself, she never known how to deal with him and he was just apathetic to start a bond with someone, their style in basketball which reflects respectively on the famous offensive style of his team and the best defense of all Japan under her wings; too many divergence. But here they are, bodies next to each other in their bare form, huddling under the quilted blanket as white as the snow downpour in Akita gets worse. The sediment of the hot chocolates earlier had gone dry on the desk and they were too lazy to deal with the freezing water of the sink. Why would do something you find it a hassle? And that very decision lead them to a tranquil nap on a freezing noon. Both are free from papers and proposals and report cards. For now, it is the best to relish every second before the New Year hits in the peak of winter.

He wonders, eyes blink once before he holds her side cheek as if it is vulnerable thing, plants a faint kiss on her nose and slumbers into the deep warmth they share together.