These Are The Days
Athletic Modesty
Yamamoto laughed, enjoying the ice cold water he was currently being drenched in by the rest of his team after pitching a shut-out inning to lead them to victory in their summer practice game.
He took the towel that was handed to him and wiped off his face; his hat which would have protected that particular body part having mysteriously disappeared mere moments before.
Accepting the congratulations of his teammates, he headed over to the small stands where his friends were waiting. Instantly the cheers of everyone but Gokudera, Haru, and Kyoko sounded.
Wondering what could be wrong with the three, Yamamoto raised a brow in their direction as he approached, noticing their faces to be rather red. The concerned thought of ‘heat stroke’ entered his mind until he noticed Gokudera, who’s finger was pointing at his torso as he wordlessly flapped his mouth like a fish, almost as if he were unable to find the words to say.
Curiously, Yamamoto looked down, only to see that the simple, white t-shirt he had chosen to wear for today’s game was not only completely soaked, but see through as well, giving everyone a clear view of his skin, nipples, and muscular contours underneath.
‘Whoops!’ was the only bemused thought he could manage as he looked back up with a smile, surprised as Gokudera’s blue outer shirt hit him in the face.
“Have some modesty, you idiot!” Gokudera shouted, looking a bit strange as he turned to storm off in nothing but his undershirt.
The shirt was easily one size too small, but Yamamoto wore it anyways. It smelled of feisty Italian.
Yamamoto laughed, enjoying the ice cold water he was currently being drenched in by the rest of his team after pitching a shut-out inning to lead them to victory in their summer practice game.
He took the towel that was handed to him and wiped off his face; his hat which would have protected that particular body part having mysteriously disappeared mere moments before.
Accepting the congratulations of his teammates, he headed over to the small stands where his friends were waiting. Instantly the cheers of everyone but Gokudera, Haru, and Kyoko sounded.
Wondering what could be wrong with the three, Yamamoto raised a brow in their direction as he approached, noticing their faces to be rather red. The concerned thought of ‘heat stroke’ entered his mind until he noticed Gokudera, who’s finger was pointing at his torso as he wordlessly flapped his mouth like a fish, almost as if he were unable to find the words to say.
Curiously, Yamamoto looked down, only to see that the simple, white t-shirt he had chosen to wear for today’s game was not only completely soaked, but see through as well, giving everyone a clear view of his skin, nipples, and muscular contours underneath.
‘Whoops!’ was the only bemused thought he could manage as he looked back up with a smile, surprised as Gokudera’s blue outer shirt hit him in the face.
“Have some modesty, you idiot!” Gokudera shouted, looking a bit strange as he turned to storm off in nothing but his undershirt.
The shirt was easily one size too small, but Yamamoto wore it anyways. It smelled of feisty Italian.
