Meme

[wawko]

I missed out on Wako hitting 1,000 comments, but she's hit over 2,000 now, so, uh, MEME?

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[wawko]

3.
Speaking of training.

The dojo is large and old. It's been property of the Shindous' for as long as anyone can remember. But while the dojo is occasionally open to the public, the Shindou style of sword fighting is something that has remained strictly in the family.

That Sugata would teach it to Takuto—who isn't even native to the island—is something that a few of the older islanders like to complain about. There must be some reason the young master is teaching the outsider, they whisper. There must be something that he's getting out of this.

Wako wants to tell them that maybe not all traditions need to be followed, and that Sugata is free to do whatever he wants without people judging him for it. Maybe Sugata just likes Takuto's company, and that's all the reason he needs to continue teaching Takuto.

And maybe Sugata's reason for teaching Takuto is because of his company. After a grueling training session, Takuto's probably sweating, panting, and tired, and Sugata probably has a sheen of sweat on him too. They'd put their wooden swords away and sit down together for a moment, just to catch their breaths. Takuto would lean against the dojo walls with his eyes closed, legs spread apart, breathing heavily as he rests, drops of sweat rolling down his neck and slowing as it reaches his chest. Sugata would watch, and after a moment, Takuto would realize something isn't right and open his eyes only to find Sugata staring at him. He would ask what was wrong, but then be cut off as Sugata leans over and licks the bead of sweat off. Takuto's breath would catch, but he wouldn't tell Sugata to stop as the latter slowly begins removing his clothes, kissing Takuto all over his chest. Takuto's breathing would only grow more labored, and he would have to swallow in anticipation and want as Sugata—

Her ice cream falls off its cone and lands on her foot.