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Hi, hello, and I really should do that meme soon!
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room101. I'm still a bit disorganized here, but I'm just happy that you still added me at such short notice~♥! Because of that, here's something to serve as my thanks. ^_^
also known as the piece of paper for wasting ink on the way home! =D
osmalic made a unique request when we went to the Manila Bookfair for some Waya/Ochi. I-I couldn't do a full-length fic, but she seemed to like this snippet, so uh. Yes. It's almost like me in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
blind_go chat, innit?
There were things happening around their insei class that Isumi would rather not speculate on if he could avoid it.
Waya had either been drinking too much of the provided tea or having a bout of incontinence, because he would run to the bathroom every break. He'd had spells like these before, the last one being right before the Pro exams, but there was absolutely nothing to stress him out these past few weeks.
Another was that Ochi's bathroom spells had increased, and they weren't only happening during tough games he lost. And these sessions were oddly - quiet now. Except for an occasional muffled thump as if the cubicle had gotten too small for the boy.
Sometimes he would see something right after these bathroom breaks - a slight sheen of sweat on Waya's foreheard, some re bruising around Ochi's neck, ruffled collars, but he would turn away, a little embarrassed for his friends. He was much older than them, but still, hearing them carrying on in the bathroom was too big a secret for him to hide!
Hearing another muffled groan, Isumi sighed as he zipped up his fly. He thought, hear no evil, see no evil, and kept his mouth shut.
*hides*
room101. I'm still a bit disorganized here, but I'm just happy that you still added me at such short notice~♥! Because of that, here's something to serve as my thanks. ^_^also known as the piece of paper for wasting ink on the way home! =D
osmalic made a unique request when we went to the Manila Bookfair for some Waya/Ochi. I-I couldn't do a full-length fic, but she seemed to like this snippet, so uh. Yes. It's almost like me in blind_go chat, innit?There were things happening around their insei class that Isumi would rather not speculate on if he could avoid it.
Waya had either been drinking too much of the provided tea or having a bout of incontinence, because he would run to the bathroom every break. He'd had spells like these before, the last one being right before the Pro exams, but there was absolutely nothing to stress him out these past few weeks.
Another was that Ochi's bathroom spells had increased, and they weren't only happening during tough games he lost. And these sessions were oddly - quiet now. Except for an occasional muffled thump as if the cubicle had gotten too small for the boy.
Sometimes he would see something right after these bathroom breaks - a slight sheen of sweat on Waya's foreheard, some re bruising around Ochi's neck, ruffled collars, but he would turn away, a little embarrassed for his friends. He was much older than them, but still, hearing them carrying on in the bathroom was too big a secret for him to hide!
Hearing another muffled groan, Isumi sighed as he zipped up his fly. He thought, hear no evil, see no evil, and kept his mouth shut.
*hides*