SFDWC - Day 1

[saaurus]

Posting will be according to JST 0:00 a.m.
28 drabbles for Sakuraiba for 28 days during the month of February

Author: saaurus

Day 1

Drabble: 1. "Stop, we're in public..."
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13

Beta: arashikuro (Thank you for withstanding my drunk-like writing. You save me every time <3 again XD)

A/N: Hello everyone! I am super excited to be participating in this challenge! I'm looking forward to sharing my ffs and reading more Sakuraiba as well. I would like this challenge to be a learning experience to try out various genres I still need to develope my skills on (also trying to learn to write less and much more precisely), but nonetheless I'll found very entertaining. No doubt I got a long road ahead and I'm already drowning with work T-T so excuse me in advance if I ever post late. I'll make sure to be on date with my posting. Without further ado, here is my first drabble for the challenge. I don't own them, sadly. I hope you enjoy! Happy writing~!

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It was shortly after they changed the set to Cliff Climb when Sho's hand had begun sneaking on Aiba's, his fingers brushing over the hand resting beside his on the bench.


It was not until he felt Sho's grip pressing tenderly on him that he took notice of what he was doing.


The sudden public display of affection had taken him by surprise and for a long second, Aiba didn't know how to respond to the gesture. Aiba shared a quick gaze with the other, innocently oblivious to his own action, pretending to be immersed in the show and chatter before turning away, holding in the urge to acknowledge the hand on top of his.


Their game moved on, the cameras focusing on their guest making their way through the obstacles, failing to notice the two member’s intertwining fingers, blocked from sight by their leader's head which kept rocking sleepily in front of them.


The crowd was focused on the climbing guest as the 20 second mark approached, enough time for Sakurai's hand to move towards Aiba’s thigh, repeating his gesture of a gentle squeeze, sending electricity through Aiba's body.


This time, Aiba couldn't help responding with a light jerk, his senses unable to ignore the stalking hand now caressing his thigh, causing a dangerous warmth in his crotch.


The timer approached the 10 second mark.


"Oi..." Aiba mouthed warningly, still unable to hold back a nervous smile, finding Sho's flirting attitude amusing. But Sho didn't move away until the clock was down to 2 seconds and the camera's attention was fixed back to their reactions on the benches as they clapped for the perfect game.


Their announcer proceeded to interview their guest on the key to their successful game when Sho turned towards Aiba, that stupid smile drawn in his lips as his eyes scanned diligently over him. Masaki couldn't help but be captured by his piercing look, slyly repeating his mischief once again as his hand traced over Aiba's.


"Sho...!" Aiba whispered, his look forbidding him to continue. "Stop, we're in public!"


"Um, excuse me, Aiba-san!" it was Ito's voice over the speakers, suddenly calling for everyone's attention to rest on the two members sitting in the top back benches.


Aiba froze, his hand quickly brushing Sho's away before the cameras could capture it.


"Y-Yes!" he responded with a breaking voice enough to raise suspicions in the crowd and even amongst their members.


"Please pay attention." Ito scold him.


"Yes, sorry! My bad!"


Once their attention was drawn away, Aiba looked warningly at Sho with a pout on his lips.


‘You’re going to pay for that...’




A/N: Starting off smoothly. Many more to come ;) Hope you enjoyed. I appreciate your comments~!

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Thank you!! Many more to come~! :D
Thanks for reading~!!