Samurai Flamenco - Clean the Floors [Gotoyoshi]

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Title: clean the floors
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 340
Summary:

“Are you okay, Gotou-san?” Masayoshi asked in that inquisitive, almost cheeky fashion as he leaned over Gotou. “You didn’t hit your head, right?”

Gotou had not, in fact, hit his head - but he had had the wind knocked out of him and that was almost worse, trying to suck oxygen back into lungs battered to stillness by the sudden shock of impact. “What,” he managed when things began working the way they were supposed to again, “the fuck just happened?”

“I flipped you,” Masayoshi said brightly, and without remorse.

The order of events, as Gotou remembered them, were simple - Masayoshi was flailing his arms around again attempting to parrot the moves on the television. Gotou, being cranky after a bad shift and having not yet acquired the proper alcohol to bloodstream ratio to put up with Masayoshi’s nonsense tonight, had made a snarky comment about Masayoshi’s capabilities.

Masayoshi had said - with trademarked earnestness - “Master praised my technique!”

“He doesn’t even know your name,” Gotou had said into his beer, and Masayoshi stomped his foot like a schoolgirl, then struck a pose.

“I’ll make you take that back!” he announced dramatically, and, well.

Here Gotou was on his back in Masayoshi’s living room, currently rethinking his entire life.

Masayoshi’s face had shifted now from triumphant to worried. “Are you really okay, Gotou-san?” he said. “Do you need a drink of water? I’ll get some water.”

He sat up finally and waved his arm futilely at Masayoshi’s back, and then rubbed his neck and sighed, glancing at the show on the screen, still paused with Harakiri Sunshine striking his famous pose.

Then he smiled despite himself, and shook his head. Wait, why was he smiling? Masayoshi almost gave him a concussion.

Maybe he was more intoxicated than he thought.