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Haikise Day 1

Haikise Day 1: Friendship & Swap Summary: Kise’s got boobs and Haizaki likes. That’s it. That’s the plot. Word Count: 1725 (???Maybe) Also, why is NZ so in front of others time wise, like I waited all day and still no Haikise post!

Shogo had always thought Ryota was hot. Even before they became faux friends back in second-year, because apparently Shogo was Ryota’s personal fucking charity case, Shogo’s thought he was hot. It was one of the universal truths in the world. Seijuuro’s a dick. Daiki’s an insensitive bastard. Shogo’s a hypocrite and Ryota’s one hot piece of ass. Giving him boobs was not in any form of the word, fair.

He looked so delicate. Rosy red cheeks, soft curved hips and boobs that looked far too tight in his basketball shirt. Fuck the god that decided to do this.

“Shogo,” Ryota squeaked in his soft, feminine voice.

He’s gonna die. He’s gonna die a painful, embarrassing death and he’s probably going to have a huge boner while he’s at it. Shogo envisioned the head-lines now, “HIGH-SCHOOL THIRD YEAR: DIES OF EMBARRASSMENT WHILE HOLDING AN ERECTION.”

Nijimura and Daiki would laugh their stupid fucking heads off. Seijuuro would smirk that smarmy smirk, Tetsuya’s gonna laugh but pretend he’s not and Midorima would comment something like “Man fails to dispose seed, God succeeds.” Midorima would pretend he’s not proud of the pun too. Bastard. Murasakibara might care, if ever he bothered to hear about his death. He’d say something like, that’s stupid. Because it is. He’s gonna die from a boner and the only person who will feel sorry for him is Ishida, because Ishida is a kind-hearted god on earth and Shogo hates how much of a dick he was to Ishida.

“Shogo, can you please hide me?”

Ryota’s not allowed to ask that, not with those wide and pouty eyes, or those delectable lips open and showing so much side-boob, because he did not expect to get turned into a girl so no bra. Oh god no bra and soft, soft boobs.

“Um, shit- whatever.” Shogo comments, ripping his school jacket off and shoving it on Ryota’s stupid, girly-looking head.

“Thanks,” he murmurs with his bell-like voice.

Yup. Dead. Forever dead.

“So…The fuck happened?” He question, taking Shogo and leading him a fair way away from prying eyes.

Ryota flinched, eyes dark but says nothing.

Shogo’s been at Fukuda Sogo for three years and it only took him a week to memorise the best routes to the roof, so he drags Ryota through the school, up some stairs and towards the roof. Ryota complies without argument and as they arrive upstairs, Shogo messages Fukuda Sogo’s captain to warn him that Ryota’s not going to the practice match. He knows there’s a practice match, because no matter how clingy Ryota is, he’s long since stopped coming to Shizuoka just to annoy Shogo.

“So, not that I’m not thoroughly enjoying the view, I mean shit any girl in my clothes manages to look hot- not that you’re like a girl now or whatever, but…”

Sighing and pulling his hair simultaneously, Haizaki says what he really means.

“Your boobs are nice okay!” It comes out a frustrated shout.

Ryota blushes even more at the words. Shit, since when did Ryota blush.

“Um- thanks…?”

Sitting down, Shogo seriously considers pulling a smoke out- fuck his whole weaning off thing, but then he figures Ryota will try and kick his ass, which wasn’t worth the hassle today.

An awkward silence develops and Shogo looks at Ryota, who’s nearly drowning in his school jacket. Even on the best of days Shogo’s leaner than Ryota, has broader shoulders and more defined muscles. Muscles made for fighting, not basketball. Ryota’s arms are still muscular, still held muscles from years of training, but they were slimmer, more compact looking.

“When-when’d this happen?” Shogo queried with genuine curiosity.

Ryota kept his eyes trained down, “Ano- Back when I saw you, I think…I was going to say hello and then when you turned towards me, boobs,” he tried to shrug it off casually, though Shogo saw the discomfort at the mention of his new body parts.

Briefly Shogo wondered if he’d lost a different body part, before shaking his head away from such lewd thoughts. Because thinking about that meant thinking of Ryota and then what he and Ryota could do and- yup, death. Death with a boner.

Shogo looked up, trying to look at Ryota more objectively than aesthetically, he failed miserably. Ryota’s too fucking beautiful, with his stupid hair falling in front of his soft, heart-shaped face and those soft pink cheeks, the tip of his nose turning pink from the cool breeze. His long legs were shaved a short while ago, a modeling thing, though Shogo could see some of the light hairs every so often he moved. That should not be attractive! Ugh- those legs, they were so fucking long, the type he’d trail kisses up of, fingers disappearing under the thin folds of Ryota’s basketball shorts. Bad thought! Death and yup, there it is, the beginning of a boner stirring in his pants. Wait to go dick, do this now, very appropriate.

“Do you think you know why this happened? I dunno, like have you pissed any witches off lately?” Personally he didn’t believe in the supernatural, but boobs don’t just appear out of fucking nowhere so he’s kinda has to believe in something.

Ryota’s blush engulf his face tenfold, redder than a cherry tomato. Obviously Ryota had an inkling why, Shogo, being Shogo, didn’t take to this fact with tact or delicacy.

“Maa maa Ryota, if you wished for the boobs I don’t blame you, I’d love a pair of those for the night time,” he said groping air.

“Shogo!” Ryota used that sweet, beautiful voice of his.

Shit his deeper voice made Shogo tremble, this one made him want to scream. No one is allowed to be this damn attractive! Shogo shrugs, while Ryota looks like he’s facing some deep as fuck internal turmoil. This actually sums up at least a quarter of their interactions this past half a year.

“Shogo…I need to tell you something,” Ryota begins uncertain.

He raises a brow and inches closer to Ryota, blatantly checking out those legs. He’d look at the boobs if Ryota hadn’t covered them with his hands and his jacket as well.

“I- Last night, I was just thinking to myself- Wouldn’t it be nice, if I was a girl…Because as a girl, maybe my crush would notice me as more than just a friend and I think- I think that’s why I’m like this,” he gestures to his new, feminine body.

“Um- cool,” He replies, throat clenching.

Ryota liked someone. Ryota liked someone well enough that he’d wish to be a girl because of it and no doubt about it, Shogo wasn’t that someone. That hurts. Asshole emotions always fucking things up. Shogo couldn’t even get another stupid fucking friend before they decided to screw him over again. Ryota started talking again before Shogo could do something sensible, like walk away and beat the shit outta anyone who wanted a fight.

“And, I don’t know why- But I’m- Something is telling me that to change back I should tell my crush, that I like them.”

Shogo’s throat tightens again and he gulps, a fake leer painted on his face.

“Well then I shouldn’t keep you, go on and look for your prince charming,” he teases.

Who knows, it might be a princess charming. Either way, it was definitely not anyone he’d like to see kissing Ryota, because anyone would be out of their mind not to accept Ryota’s confession and kiss him senseless. Him with boobs and him sans boobs.

“No!” Ryota shouta, catching Shogo’s arm as he goes to leave.

Shogo stumbles back startled as Ryota clings to his back.

“Don’t leave, please,” he mumbles into Shogo’s back.

“Look, I’m not staying around while you pour your heart out to someone,” he bites back in annoyance.

Ryota presses his face deeper into Shogo’s back, a groan vibrating against his school shirt.

“You’re a real bastard, you know that Shogo,” Shogo goes to reply, but Ryota continues undeterred, “My crush is on you, you idiot… I like you and I know you probably don’t like me back and-”

Shogo, King of Bad Impulse Control, turns around to face Ryota and kisses him on his stupidly pretty mouth. It’s soft, sweet and over in zero point ten seconds flat.

Ryota has these disheartening tears in his eyes and he looks so furious that Shogo’s wrestling with his memories to see where it was he fucked up. Everything seemed right, talking, confession, kiss. It didn’t seem like he’d done anything wrong.

“Shogo, I’m not a girl! I know I said I wanted to be one for you, but I don’! It was a spur of the moments decision! I don’t want boobs and I’m not just someone you can fuck and ditch, you can’t kiss me if you don’t mean it.”

Shogo waits one, two, three beats, until he’s sure that Ryota’s got nothing else to say, before he’s kissing Ryota again. It’s softer, slower, but still Ryota pushes him away.

“Shogo!” He shouts, looking genuinely upset.

Sighing, Shogo runs a hand through his hair and gives Ryota a flat look.

“You said I can’t kiss you unless I meant it, I kissed you, I meant it and you still pushed me away,” he huffs out in annoyance.

Ryota’s eyes widen and he does this vague gestures to the boobs, which are still there and Shogo sighs long-sufferingly, before nearing Ryota far slower. He lays a gentle hand on Ryota’s soft, silky hair and he pulls Ryota’s face into his shoulder. Shogo’s got a good four centimeters on Ryota now, his face fits there nicely.

“Look, the boobs are great, but if you don’t want them, fine. Your choice, that doesn’t change the fact I want to kiss you, so stop over-thinking things.”

Ryota looks up at him and very slowly smiles, craning his neck just so they can kiss. It’s soft, sweet and this time doesn’t end abruptly, though they both laugh into the kiss. It’s kinda sad that the boobs disappear before he can grope them, but whatever, he’d rather kiss Ryota, Shogo thinks as the boobs just disappear. The best part of the day though, is that he didn’t die, though it did take a very, very long shower for the boner to disappear.

#day 1 #swap #fanfiction

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