Pairings: Established Kondo/Hijikata Rating: E Summary: Ibuki doesn’t know a damn thing. Crack, nsfw
.*Hardcore Sparring*.
The futon shifted closer to the wall, little by little.
“Toshi…”
“What…?”
The breathy chuckle was an irritating reply at first, but then Kondo elaborated. “Apparently…” A necessary pause. “…Ibuki-kun isn’t aware.”
“Hah?!”
Kondo’s eyes closed with another laugh, and the futon just kept on inching closer and closer across the tatami.
“Maybe…ngh.” Panting. “Maybe we should…agh… send a–”
“Ah! Kat-chan…”
“–strong…suggestion…” Their eyes met and Kondo grinned. “Can I…” A shudder. “…count on you?? Mm? Hijikata-fukucho~ohh…”
Hijikata smirked, with every intention to prove just how reliable he always was when it came to fulfilling Kondo’s requests.
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At breakfast, the captains sat in silence, with bloodshot eyes and tension in the air. Someone was going to snap, and it was going to happen soon.