Out of Bounds

From inside a snug warm coffee shop Kyosuke watched as the cold wind gently blew the snow around.  He sipped some more at the hot chocolate that he had bought before he turned his attention back to the book he was reading.

Yawning, Shinji squeezed his eyes shut agains the light streaming in through the window, glaring at his watch, happy to note there were still several hours before school. He burrowed further under the blanket and connected with warmth and latched onto it, hands instinctively snaking under the shirt, dancing across smooth skin that felt a [...]

The night was not perfect, low clouds covering the stars and only a vague outline of the moon showing through. Shinji sat on the edge, feet dangling over the edge of the warehouse roof, beer in one hand as he studied the city. He had two jumpers on and the thickest jeans he owned, three [...]

*dials the number lazily, realises he dialled the wrong number and dials again* Hello, Ibu-kun.

Kippei still hadn’t seen Shinji since he came home, and the simple fact of it was starting to hurt more than any reasons why. He wasn’t sure he knew all the reasons why, but he did know he was tired of it. Tired of whatever misunderstanding had caused it, tired of not knowing what Shinji [...]

Uchimura looked up at the school. “It hasn’t changed much; it still looks like a piece of shit. Heh.” Running a hand through his hair he shouldered his bag and went in to the building.

The walk across town only served to give Shinji more time to think of ways to kill Mori Tatsunori, none of which were inventive or long term enough for his liking. He wanted to make it an occupation; slaughter of Mori. He would like that, didn’t think he would ever grow bored of it. Before [...]

‘Zuka: [Zuka stuffs his hand in the front of his sweatshirt, trying to hide his skin from the cold. It was lucky they lived so close to Fudoumine, so when Shinji ran off, he was easy to find. He finds Shinji smashing ball after ball over the net at an invisible opponent, empty ball cans [...]

For some reason the forumla was much easier to remember with a slight hangover than when he was totally sober. It made Shinji wonder just what state Inui had been in when he made IS-06. Tossing the ingredients in the blender, Shinji hit the button…then hit it again rather quickly, frowning at the lid still [...]

Shinji reached under the bed and snatched his laptop, dragging it up and flicking it open, yawning as it booted up. He really shouldn’t have been sleeping so early in the afternoon anyway, but tennis training had been harder than he was expecting, though not as hard as he had become used to, and Akira [...]