If you're still doing prompts, then maybe T2 getting caught making out/doing something dirty in the clubhouse, please?
The door to the Sohoku clubhouse needs oil for its hinges.
Teshima’s mouth is on Aoyagi’s, clumsy when his attention is divided between the press of their lips and the passage of his hands, skimming up under the hem of Aoyagi’s shirt to skate over his stomach, and it’s the sound of Aoyagi’s increasingly ragged breathing between kisses that falls loud against his ears until the squeak of the clubhouse door pierces through the familiar wash of sound.
Teshima freezes up, one hand braced against Aoyagi’s hipbone and thankfully stalled out before dropping any lower. He’s sure Aoyagi has heard it too, thinks that Aoyagi can better see the clubhouse door opening behind him, but still he kisses Teshima one more time, hotly, insistently. Teshima wants to melt into Aoyagi, wants to press him closer against the wall as if that will get him out of sight, so that he isn’t sure whether it’s a need to protect Aoyagi or a need to hide that’s rising up sharper within him.
"Club practice isn’t until this afternoon," he hears, evenly, from behind them.
He thinks, if it were Tadokoro, that would be one thing. It would be mortifying, and Tadokoro might tease them later, but he’d be most likely to clap them on the back in near-fatherly approval, like he’s proud of their dalliances, the sly dogs that they are. Even Makishima would be likely only to laugh, that derisive bark like he isn’t at all surprised, before leaving just as abruptly as he’d come.
But no, they had to be interrupted by Kinjou, to Teshima’s genuine shame.
"I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in here," Kinjou continues, as if they’re doing nothing more extraordinary than performing unexpected maintenance on their bikes. "I was hoping to look at a few records over lunch."
Teshima feels, acutely, like he’s let their captain down.
"If you could grab those clipboards for me?" Kinjou asks. "Since you’re here already, I’m sure you won’t mind helping me transcribe these notes."
Teshima breaks away from Aoyagi, finally, in order to stiffly move where he’s been directed and retrieve the notes Kinjou is asking for. He catches the even, expectant stare Kinjou leaves trained on Aoyagi, until he, too, jerks into action.
"The clubhouse is for work," Kinjou says blandly, once he’s enlisted the both of them in their delegated tasks. "I hope in the future, that’s the only task you use it for."