Title: Eating Habits of the Native Kaidoh [Inui/Kaidoh]
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for Inui's thorough data retrieval.
Summary: Even Kaidoh thinks that this training menu thing might be getting out of hand.
A/N: Mousapelli's Birthday Theme 22: Never When It's Convenient.
"Ah, Kaidoh!" Inui says, stepping into Kaidoh's path as he attempts to exit the clubroom.
"Senpai."
Kaidoh gives him a nod. "Sorry, I'm on my way to…" Kaidoh
notices that Inui is carrying the notebook with his name on it again.
He lets out a little hiss. "Did you want something, senpai?"
"Yes,
in fact." Inui pushes up his glasses and Kaidoh scowls and shoves his
hands in his pockets, because only total retards would think that was
cute. "I've been making some adjustments to your training menu, and I
was wondering about your eating habits."
"Eating habits?" Kaidoh blinks.
"Certain
foods can have a large impact on the effectiveness of certain
exercises," Inui flips open the notebook and pulls a pen out from
behind his ear, "so if you wouldn't mind telling me what exactly you
eat for lunch?"
"Well…" Kaidoh rubs the back of his head
and tries to think of a way that he can dissuade Inui from talking to
him for the next four hours about this. "…it varies. My mother
makes my lunch."
"I thought as much." Inui makes a note and
closes the notebook. Kaidoh feels a split-second of relief before Inui
adds, "Which is why I will be joining you for dinner tonight."
"You…what?!"
Kaidoh's jaw drops. "You can't just…senpai, I…I'm on my
way to…" Kaidoh trails off when Inui's patient gaze doesn't
flicker. "You already called my parents, didn't you, senpai."
Inui's
smile turns warm and pleased, and Kaidoh feels very uncomfortable about
the accuracy with which he is reading Inui these days.
******
"You
picked an excellent day to come," Kaidoh's father announces when they
are all sitting around the table, Inui in the spare chair from the
living room. "My wife makes the best katsudon in Japan!" Hazue cheers
his agreement, and even Kaidoh nods, though Inui is watching him.
"Shibuki!"
Kaidoh's mother protests, blushing prettily. "There's nothing special
about it, Inui-kun, these boys just get very excited about food."
"It's
excellent, Kaidoh-san," Inui says, making her giggle, and of all the
scenarios Kaidoh has come up with where his family hates Inui, it's
scaring him far more how much they like him.
"Will you play a
video game with me after dinner, Inui-senpai?" Hazue asks, eyes wide in
adoration, and something twists in Kaidoh's stomach.
"He's not your senpai, you know," he grumbles.
"He will be next year," Hazue points out, sticking out his tongue at his brother.
"Some other time," Inui smiles at Hazue. "Kaoru and I have some schoolwork we need to do after dinner."
Every piece of hair on Kaidoh's body bristles when Inui dares to utter his given name, and in front of his family,
but his mother seems totally oblivious and gushes about how nice he is
to help her son out with his work, and she'll bring some tea up to them
in a bit.
"Senpai—" Kaidoh starts as soon as his bedroom
door is shut, but he chokes on the indignant speech he's been saving up
all afternoon when Inui's mouth covers his own, and Inui's hands come
to rest on the back of his neck and the small of his back. After a few
seconds, his own hands find their way to Inui's waist to twist into his
shirt.
"My apologies, Kaidoh," Inui murmurs as he pulls away.
Kaidoh continues leaning against the door, watching dazedly as Inui
pulls off his glasses and rubs them with the tail of his t-shirt. "I
was rather nervous about meeting your family, is all."
Nervous?
Inui-senpai? Kaidoh feels a tiny, stupid smile touch his lips as Inui
blinks at him sheepishly with his glasses in his hand. He tries to
scowl the smile away, but it refuses to go.
"Inui-senpai…"
he starts, then nearly swallows his tongue when his mother knocks on
the door behind him. Inui slides his glasses back on, and Kaidoh goes
to hide his blush by slamming books from his bookbag onto the desk.
"We'll
be sure not to disturb you!" Kaidoh's mother says brightly before
closing the door tightly, and Kaidoh stiffens as he looks up at Inui.
Inui sets the tea tray aside, and his smile is suddenly a lot less sheepish and a lot more wolf.
"So where were we," he smiles, and every single hair on Kaidoh's body stands up, "Kaoru?"
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