Thread: â THE PERFECT C O U P L E { RP & MINA }

This wasn't supposed to be football ! So why was he at the bottom of some suffocating dogpile ? This was soccer ! He groaned in obvious pain and turned his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut as if not wanting to face the horrible embarrassment that was crowding around him. He could hear the hushed gasps and worried squeals of his numerous fangirls, but all that mattered was Lelouch's expression and reaction. Suzaku was nearly unconscious, but he wanted to be fully knocked out so he didn't have to stand up looking pathetic and muddy from head to toe. Tough luck. No matter how hard he tried to wish himself away, he was still stuck in reality, and the noises around him were easy to hear. In a matter of a few seconds, the two or three players who collapsed onto him like a bunch of dominoes were picking themselves up, dusting off their soiled knees while Suzaku was nearly stuck in the mud puddle he was tackled into. He felt like his whole spine was torn apart at that moment. He couldn't feel anything, but Lelouch's voice delivered him from his absolute numbness into total consciousness. As if he was clutching onto a hand of an angel, he took Lelouch's offered palm and rose from his grave, grimacing as the sticky mud stuck like stubborn goo on his brand new uniform. Man, I just had this washed yesterday. he whined, trying his best to wipe off whatever was on his shoulders and hair. He definitely needed a shower right about now. Suzaku decided not to look into Lelouch's eyes, but rather nodded to indirectly tell him that he was all right. He still spited whoever ran into him, and as he lifted his head, the said teammate was apologizing profusely. The other players were picking on him, now, but he accepted his 'sorry' with a grunt and caught a towel that the coach flung over to him. It smelled of sweat, so he merely hung it over his shoulder, choosing not to use it for fear of making him look and smell horrible. I think I should go on in and take a shower. I feel like the mud monster. he grumbled, shaking his hair free of the brown goop like a wet dog. The coach dismissed him from his afternoon practice session and shooed him inside the locker room with motherly concern, returning to scold the boy who hurt him after Suzaku limped in. The brunette secretly hoped that Lelouch would follow, and he didn't know why. Maybe he wanted the attention ? Even though he would claim that he meant nothing by it, having his best friend there would be comforting in the least. Thanks for helping me up, Lou. he smiled, biting the inside of his lower lip in nervousness. He probably looked so stupid right then. The varsity soccer captain gingerly stripped himself bare, lazily wrapping a long white towel around his waist before disposing his uniform in the team's laundry basket. Rabid fangirls would later come late at night to steal it, he presumed. This was the sixteenth time he renewed it, after all. With a frustrated grunt, he stepped into the nearest shower stall, fiddling with the knobs of the enclosure before slashing the curtains shut. In a few seconds, the water was hissing, and the towel was whipped off of his skinny body, carelessly thrown out of the available crack in the plastic drapery.