Midorima froze. There was dead silence in the inn, echoing all around them, and the drink in his mouth seemed suddenly too sweet, cloying. He stood, nearly kicking over his chair, and sputtering something, rushed out of the kitchen. He left his drink and Kagami, sitting there with his mouth open and the smile wiped off his face.

Midorima charged down the corridor outside and not unnaturally promptly fell over the massage chair in the hall. The rest of Shuutoku had long since returned to their own rooms, and the lights had been dimmed throughout the inn by the inn's staff. Which explained how he could have come to do such a thing. Yes.

Kagami ran out in the corridor after him. Midorima heard the thumping of his giant feet.

"What are you running like that for?" demanded Midorima. "That's dangerous."

"I uh," said Kagami. "You forgot your thing, and I heard a giant crash and figured you'd fallen over the massage chair."

"I did not fall over the massage chair," said Midorima, from his position having fallen over the massage chair. "I merely bumped it. In the dark. As one does."

"Sure," said Kagami. He reached down and pulled Midorima up by his shirt, and then grabbed Midorima's flailing hand and pulled him upright. Midorima kept talking, his speech very fast.

"You can't just- you can't just say something like and expect-"

"Oh," said Kagami. He abruptly let go of Midorima, and Midorima stumbled and was only saved by a death grip on Kagami's shirt. "I didn't- if you don't- I thought we were- look, sorry, okay, I didn't mean-"

That was wrong; Kagami was wrong. Of course Kagami was wrong, trying to pull away to press himself against the wall, his face red and wretched. To stop Kagami saying something else utterly asinine, Midorima turned his head to speak and found himself nose-to-mouth with Kagami, their faces very close.

It was only a very little distance, and it saved Midorima having to find words.

"...That is not my mouth," murmured Kagami, very soft, very low.

"I would like," said Midorima stiffly, "to see you do better." In this position in this light in this situation, he meant, but Kagami took it as an invitation and the next several minutes were lost to dry lips and hot breath and Kagami's hand settling on Midorima's wrist again, at first feather-light, then decisive.

They broke apart. This was so reckless of them- an inn overflowing with their teammates, a public corridor- what was Kagami thinking, if he was thinking of anything at all-

Midorima tasted the sweetness of his own mouth on Kagami's lips. And his glasses were askew.

"It's very late," said Midorima. He did not pant. "And it's now after lights-out and we should be asleep. This is very irresponsible of you."

"Very," Kagami agreed, obviously not paying attention. He did not let go of Midorima, and it was only by struggling ineffectually for precious seconds that Midorima removed himself from balancing awkwardly on Kagami's person. Kagami looked vaguely disappointed, and as he looked up into Midorima's face his eyes glinted through his lashes.

Midorima looked back at the kitchen. "I nearly forgot," he said. "My drink." He almost went back for it, then paused. "But I have to brush my teeth again. And Coach will be doing his headcount." He was aware he was uttering inanities so as not to have to look at Kagami, so as to not have to let go and leave.

"You go," said Kagami. "I'll finish it."

Midorima blinked at him. "I thought you didn't like sweet drinks," he said.

Kagami looked at Midorima, dark eyes, faint smile. He licked his lips, and Midorima flushed and abruptly dropped Kagami's hand like a hot coal.

"I'm going back," he announced, and turned on his heel.

"Good night?" said Kagami.

Midorima hunched his shoulders around his burning cheeks. "Obviously, you moron," he said, and escaped.

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Shuutoku packed up and left the beachside inn two days later, but Seirin, with a much more creatively managed training budget, were still staying on. Midorima met Kagami to say his piece- not to bid him a sad and tearful goodbye. They had not been alone together since that night, but people- very annoying people- had noticed they had- to use the parlance of the vulgar- 'made up'.

Such people might find themselves stuck making excuses for the absence of teammate who had run around to the beach to speak to someone running on it.

"I forgot your headphones," said Midorima. "I'll have to give them to you later."

Kagami leaned against the wall and stretched out his calf. He was already red from the heat. If he wasn't careful, he was going to burn again. "You came all the way here to say that?" he said.

"It's packed and on the bus," said Midorima. He closed his eyes in irritation. It was very careless of him. "And also," he added, stiffly. "What we discussed, recently. Is it still ongoing?"

"What?" said Kagami. Midorima narrowed his eyes at Kagami. "Oh. That. Yeah."

"Yes," corrected Midorima, and then very quickly stepped forward and laid one punctilious kiss on Kagami's sweaty cheek. He stepped back and coughed. "There," he said. "Ongoing."

Kagami blinked, then grinned. "Good to know," he said.

"I should go," Midorima said. "I'm keeping them waiting."

"Hey," said Kagami.

"What?" said Midorima.

"When we're back," said Kagami. "Come over again. Bring them." His mouth crooked up at the side, a glint of wicked smile. "I'll have rice for breakfast this time."

Midorima blushed. "Just because I- we- is not reason to get fresh," he warned.

Kagami regarded him levelly. "We what?" he said.

Midorima glared at him in impotent embarrassment.

After enough time had passed that Kagami apparently decided he'd made his point, he reached out to hold Midorima's wrist again, right at the velvet softness where they could both feel Midorima's pulse thudding against him. "Come," he said, such a small, such a casual demand. "I'll mail you when we get back."