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scriveynerTitle: motion sensor
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 366
Summary: Keeping up with Masayoshi was a lot harder than he expected.
Gotou really didn’t think that he was out of shape - he was a police officer, for crying out loud - but keeping up with Masayoshi was a lot harder than he expected. Masayoshi stopped several meters ahead, when he realized that Gotou wasn’t right behind him any longer, and doubled back. He didn’t even look like he was breathing hard, the punk.
“Gotou-san, are you all right?”
Didn’t sound like he was breathing hard, either. “Freak,” Gotou huffed. He wasn’t doubled over, but he had his hands on his hips and was leaning just slightly forward. He wasn’t even sure how long they’d been jogging. “You’re not human.”
“You’re just out of shape,” Masayoshi chirped enthusiastically.
“I am not out of shape,” Gotou snapped. He swiped sweat off his forehead, took a deep breath and straightened. “How much further?”
“We can double back if you want,” Masayoshi said.
“Fuck that,” Gotou said. “I’m not letting you win.”
“This isn’t a competition, though?” Masayoshi stretched his arms over his head - at least he was sweating. Maybe he was human after all. Maybe just a little bit. “There’s nothing wrong with being out of shape, most people are-”
Gotou smacked him in the center of his chest. “Shut UP, Masayoshi.”
Masayoshi shoved him forward. “All right, fine. We’ll keep going, I can carry you if I have to-”
Gotou groaned, and let Masayoshi take the lead again. The sudden humiliating thought of Masayoshi princess-carrying him was going to drive him the rest of the way. “There is no way I would ever let you carry me,” he huffed.
“Save your breath,” Masayoshi called over his shoulder.
“Fuck you,” Gotou seethed.
“Doesn’t sound like you will today,” Masayoshi responded, and Gotou made a noise that sounded like a typewriter jamming.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 366
Summary: Keeping up with Masayoshi was a lot harder than he expected.
Gotou really didn’t think that he was out of shape - he was a police officer, for crying out loud - but keeping up with Masayoshi was a lot harder than he expected. Masayoshi stopped several meters ahead, when he realized that Gotou wasn’t right behind him any longer, and doubled back. He didn’t even look like he was breathing hard, the punk.
“Gotou-san, are you all right?”
Didn’t sound like he was breathing hard, either. “Freak,” Gotou huffed. He wasn’t doubled over, but he had his hands on his hips and was leaning just slightly forward. He wasn’t even sure how long they’d been jogging. “You’re not human.”
“You’re just out of shape,” Masayoshi chirped enthusiastically.
“I am not out of shape,” Gotou snapped. He swiped sweat off his forehead, took a deep breath and straightened. “How much further?”
“We can double back if you want,” Masayoshi said.
“Fuck that,” Gotou said. “I’m not letting you win.”
“This isn’t a competition, though?” Masayoshi stretched his arms over his head - at least he was sweating. Maybe he was human after all. Maybe just a little bit. “There’s nothing wrong with being out of shape, most people are-”
Gotou smacked him in the center of his chest. “Shut UP, Masayoshi.”
Masayoshi shoved him forward. “All right, fine. We’ll keep going, I can carry you if I have to-”
Gotou groaned, and let Masayoshi take the lead again. The sudden humiliating thought of Masayoshi princess-carrying him was going to drive him the rest of the way. “There is no way I would ever let you carry me,” he huffed.
“Save your breath,” Masayoshi called over his shoulder.
“Fuck you,” Gotou seethed.
“Doesn’t sound like you will today,” Masayoshi responded, and Gotou made a noise that sounded like a typewriter jamming.
