A/N: Hey guys. This is a fic written for the RyoSaku Fanfiction / Fanart Exchange that happened in the RyoSaku community in LJ recently. This fic is for lintsister. Thanks for those who voted for this fic as 'Funniest Fic Overall' and 'Best Supporting Character (The Sempai)'.

Prompts: Compromising positions, steaminess and/or smuttiness, humor, teammate encouragement, Ryoma's harassment.

This fanfiction is brought to you by the combined efforts of rookie-chan and neko11lover. Enjoy!

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The Hotel Room

“It’s your fault.”

Echizen Ryoma stood in front of the room with an indifferent scowl on his face. He was definitely upset, and his mood worsened as the sly grins of his sempai-tachi didn’t seem to cease. He crossed his arms over his chest and he said in a tight, firm voice: “Sempai-tachi’s job.” And with that, he slung his school bag over his shoulder and began to leave.

“Oh, come on, ochibi!” Eiji whined as he sat back onto the cushioned seat, pulling Ryoma with him in a hug. “Don’t complain anymore! Just do it!” He gave his kouhai a grin before holding out a thumbs-up. “This is a chance! A chance!” Ryoma took this chance to pry himself from Eiji’s grasp.

“The God of Dates won’t forgive you if you pass out on this,” Momoshiro added with a grin as he raised his drink to Ryoma. “I won’t. Besides, look at her! She’s so out of it that I doubt if she can go home without having herself killed!” He let out a low whistle. “Boy, Ryuzaki-san is quite the drinker!”

Ryoma sent the two of them the coldest glare he could muster, but his efforts were all in vain as the two seemed unfazed. Finally, he sighed and looked at the smiling tensai pleadingly.

Fuji’s smile turned up in an odd way and he shook his head. “I think I go with the others, Echizen. It’s a perfect plan, don’t you think so?”

Ryoma frowned and glanced at Oishi hopefully. Oishi shook his head and gestured towards Eiji, who now got hold of the microphone and was singing something about moles and the ends of the earth. And when he took a look at Kaidoh and Kawamura, he found the two of them already knocked out and sleeping.

Giving up, Ryoma sank into his seat, right next to the brunette. He glanced at her and suddenly, he felt a strange mix of pity and hopelessness in his system.

Earlier that day, Momoshiro invited the two of them to a celebration for their first year in high school in a karaoke house. Normally, Ryoma wouldn’t come as he hated karaoke but somehow, his sempai-tachi managed to make Sakuno agree into coming with them. He didn’t like the thought of Sakuno being alone with other boys, even if they were his sempai-tachi — ESPECIALLY his sempai-tachi — so he ended up tagging along with the premise of going home early after he found everything to be decent.

As luck would have had it, Sakuno just had too much to drink and was now drunk and acting like a complete giggling idiot.

No. Ryuzaki Sakuno didn’t drink – in fact, Ryoma doubted if she considered alcohol anything other than a disinfectant. It just so happened that she found a really cute name in the menu, thought it to be a new flavor of a smoothie, ordered it and THEN drank it even though it tasted ‘weird’.

Ryoma sighed as he knew that he had no other choice. He took a last glance at his sempai-tachi: Eiji was still singing and Ryoma was sure that that sempai of his was high on something, Oishi was looking at Eiji protectively, making sure that he didn’t accidentally swallow the microphone and choke to death, Momoshiro was STILL grinning at him like an idiot while wiggling his eyebrows in a way he thought was charming, Fuji was smiling his creepy smile and Kaidoh and Kawamura were snoring, completely unaware of the chaos that surrounded them.

Tezuka had been present, but only for a minute. He had been told that this was a strategy meeting for the next matches and he managed to sneak out as Eiji was taking out the binding ropes. Inui wanted to come but he had a Chemistry Convention to attend. Too much to his dismay, he knew that he truly regret the chance to collect important data.

Finally, he stood up, lowered his cap and held his hand out to Sakuno.

“Oi,” he told her. “We’re going home.”

Sakuno looked up at him and giggled happily, as if what he said brought great amusement. Ryoma rolled his eyes and grabbed her by the wrists. She stood up and wobbled a bit and Ryoma had to sling her arm around his neck for support.

Momoshiro and Eiji began to woot happily, egging for Ryoma to ‘do his best’ and Oishi began reminding him of the proper use of ‘protection’ and the possible causes and consequences of not using them. Ryoma returned everything with a big, fat ‘go to hell’ glare before stomping off the room and dragging Sakuno with him.

All he had to do was take her home, explain how she got drunk and go home himself.

That couldn’t be hard, right?

Wrong.

As soon as Ryoma went outside, Sakuno wrapped both of her arms around his neck and began giggling once more. He tried to pry her off – there were limits to personal space – and she was definitely not following them.

“Ryuzaki, get a hold of yourself,” Ryoma ordered, lifting her left arm only to have it fall firmly back to place.

“Ryo-Ryoma-kun,” Sakuno slurred. “Ryoma-kun is warm…” And she ended up with another fit of giggles. Her face was flushed red and her arms were stuck to his neck like super glue.

“I can’t walk,” he said calmly, wriggling his body free. “Let go, Ryuzaki.”

But Sakuno didn’t. Instead, she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, almost choking him, and said, “Doesn’t Ryoma-kun want to hug me?” Her face flushed deeper from the drunkenness and she looked like a bright tomato.

Ryoma felt himself blush as he looked around to check if there was anyone he knew present. “Of course I do,” Ryoma replied in a hushed whisper after making sure that they were perfectly unidentified. Sakuno won’t remember it, anyway. “But not here, Ryuzaki, and definitely not while you’re drunk. Mada mada dane.”

“That makes me so happy!” Sakuno announced and she giggled louder. Some of the passers-by began pointing, looking at their direction and talking about ‘kids these days’. Ryoma’s blush deepened and he grimaced at Sakuno with a reprimanding look on his face.

“Fine!” Ryoma snapped as he scooped her up, bridal-style. “I’m getting you home right now.”

“Home, home, home sweet home!” Sakuno sang. Ryoma lowered his head, completely ashamed for Sakuno’s sake. She was so out-of-tune that Ryoma almost thought of dropping her on the spot and running off alone. Then, she began laughing at the top of her lungs like a lunatic.

Ryoma wanted to die.

If things weren’t as worse as they seemed, it began to rain.

“Haii, sensei. I apologize. Yes, I’ll tell her,” Ryoma whispered into his phone before closing it. He glanced at the sleeping girl on the bed before going back to observing the room.

Everything in it spoke for its price; the moth-ball scent of everything in the room, the dingy ceiling, the small bed, the peeling rose-themed wallpaper. Ryoma didn’t have much money on him, and a single room was all he could afford.

He sat on one end of the bed before he dialed another number.

“Hello?”

Upon hearing an answer, Ryoma said threateningly, “You’ll pay for this, sempai!” Without waiting for the other person at the end of the line to speak, he began rambling. “I told you that the karaoke was a bad idea. Now I’m stuck in this stinky hotel with a drunk girl, who I carried for four floors while she laughed like she was possessed. AND whose grandmother I had to lie to and tell that I dropped her off at Osakada’s!”

To his surprise, the other person began laughing and Ryoma seethed in anger. He couldn’t find anything funny about the situation and he definitely didn’t like his sempai, who was the one responsible for it in the first place, to make such a joke out of it.

“Seriously, Echizen!” he said once the laughing wore off. “Don’t take that as a problem! I told you, it’s your chance!” Momoshiro chuckled and Ryoma could already imagine himself strangling the dark-haired sophomore to death. “Look, you’re both stuck in the rain. If you don’t want to take any step, then fine. Just go to sleep and wait until tomorrow.”

Without saying anything in reply, Ryoma hung up and threw his phone onto the table in frustration. He sighed as he thought about his sempai’s suggestion and he decided that Momoshiro was right. He shouldn’t make such a big thing out of this. He should stay calm about the whole situation and NOTHING would happen.

He stood up and took off his cap and winter coat and he finally noticed that the whole front part of his jacket was damp. He realized that it came from Sakuno and he sighed. He took off the outer part of his uniform and folded it neatly on top of his jacket onto the sofa.

The girl was wet from the rain.

He walked back towards her, an irritated expression on his face. He rolled up the sleeves of his white undershirt. “Mada mada dane,” he mumbled before he slipped his hand to put on Sakuno’s back and raised her slightly to slip one sleeve off her arm.

Sakuno trembled a bit and moaned softly. Her lips formed a grimace, and her eyebrows scrunched up.

Ryoma arched an eyebrow as he watched her sudden and odd actions. He wondered if he was causing her pain and waited for other reactions from the pigtailed girl, but when nothing else came, he shrugged it off and proceeded with his task. Ryoma handled the end of the other sleeve and took it off hastily, thinking that he should hurry or else he would be caught red-handed in such an awkward position.

He smirked victoriously as he held Sakuno's wet jacket in his arms, and as he moved to put it away on the room's nightstand, he felt a hand pull him back. He looked back at Sakuno in annoyance.

“What now?” he muttered, frowning.

"Don't go..." Sakuno called in a meek voice. Her eyes fluttered open. Half-open, at least.

Ryoma blinked several times as he processed what Sakuno just said. He cocked his head. Was she already awake?

“Ryuzaki?” he asked, to make sure.

Her mouth started moving and Ryoma bent down to hear what she was saying. To his surprise, Sakuno clung both of her arms around his neck and pinned him down on the bed by her weight. Ryoma tried to wiggle out of her grasp, but he couldn’t, unless he risked waking her up.

“I said don’t go!” she obstinately demanded, hugging Ryoma tighter.

“Oi!” Ryoma called out, and as soon as he did, Sakuno returned to her unconscious state and fainted onto his chest.

What now? Ryoma thought hopelessly as he felt the dead weight on top of him. He glanced at Sakuno and the whole situation went down on him like a big pile of rocks.

They were alone. In a hotel room. With Sakuno on top of him.

Somehow, the words gave off quite a picture in Ryoma’s mind and made his heart race. He gulped while cautiously thinking about his next action. But somehow, thinking straight couldn't come to him.

Because why oh why can he feel Sakuno's chest ?!

Thoughts streamed in his mind while thinking of the possible ways how to get out of that nasty (yet strangely pleasant) situation. He began pushing her gently through her shoulders but he found out that she definitely would not budge and that in every push, the contact gets worse. As that ended up failing, he tried to slide subtly from under her but she soon curled up firmly onto him.

His contemplation was cut off when he felt that Sakuno was starting to move again. The brunette suddenly sat up while rubbing her eyes with her free hand. Her other hand sat tightly on the bed between her legs (Thank God, Ryoma thought.) and Ryoma stared back at her in horror, wondering if she'd take everything the wrong way. He composed himself as he tried to think of his excuse.

"Ryuzaki, I didn’t do--“

But he was stopped short when Sakuno suddenly frowned and randomly ordered in a low tone, “30 laps around, now!”

Ryoma's sweat dropped. "L-Laps?” he asked quizzically while trying to move slowly away from her, in case she jumped onto him again. Her half-open eyes looked dangerous. “What are you talking about?”

Sakuno crawled on the bed towards him. "Do it... or else.. Inui juice…" she said threateningly.

The boy recognized this as Tezuka’s line and he would laugh about Sakuno’s weird delusions if only they weren’t in this position. He continued to back away from her and stopped once his back hit the bed stand.

Sakuno reached him and held his collar tight. Her mouth rested only a few inches away from his and he could smell the faint scent of alcohol on her breath. “40 laps.”

Ryoma gulped once more, thinking that he should play along with her until she calms down or falls asleep. He let out a sigh and stood up out of the bed. “Fine. I’ll do it.” And he began to jog in place and feel like a complete idiot. At least he was out of the bed.

“Oomph!”

“Ryuzaki, what the hell are you doing?” Ryoma growled. Sakuno had jumped onto his back and while crying, “Giddy up!” happily.

“Heeeavy,” Ryoma groaned as he pushed Sakuno up onto his back for balance.

First, Tezuka. Now, what?

Once again, her arms snaked around his neck. Those skinny arms are tougher than they look, Ryoma noted. If only she used it better in tennis... He shook the thoughts out of his head. This is no time for tennis, he told himself. He grabbed the arms and tried to pull them away.

“Get off me!” he protested, still trying to break the linked arms.

“Giddy up, Gingerbreadman-san! Giddy up!” she giggled. She pointed to the other side of the room. “Carry me to Muffin Land!” she ordered and she kicked Ryoma’s side like she was riding a horse.

“Ow!”

“Gingerbreadman-san, you can do it!” She began giving him consecutive side kicks.

“Fine! Fine!” Ryoma cried in pain and he began giving Sakuno a piggy-back across the room. “I’m running! Stop kicking me!”

“Eh?” Ryoma stopped in mid-run when the kicking actually stopped. He smirked to himself because he finally managed to make the drunk girl follow an order. “Finally. Now I’ll bring you to bed and unggh!”

Sakuno began nibbling on his left ear.

“Ryu—unggh – zaki!” he protested, his voice faltering. “D-Don’t…!”

“Gingerbread…” Sakuno said breathily, the warm air making Ryoma’s hair stand up. “I love you Gingerbreadman-san…” and she went back to nibbling.

Ryoma closed his eyes as he felt Sakuno’s lips gently brush against his ear. He bit his lower lip firmly to prevent himself from letting out another stray moan or screaming in panic as he silently prayed for her to stop.

He let out a small gasp and snapped his eyes wide open when he felt something wet graze against his skin.

Oh, holy merciful crap.

“Ginger… bread…” Sakuno continued to whisper, completely oblivious to the torture that she was putting onto Ryoma. On the other hand, the boy’s knees were slowly impending to give up on him, as well as his hold onto her.

“Dammit…” Ryoma mumbled weakly through his teeth as he tried to move towards the bed. He could barely keep his eyes open now – they were merely slits as he tried to make out his way.

“Gingerbreadman-san,” Sakuno whispered once more. Ryoma gasped again at the sudden warmth and at the fact that Sakuno’s hands were running over his chest, probably looking for the chocolate M&Ms. Somehow, she managed to unbutton the top buttons on his shirt. “Run faster!” And the wetness came back.

“H-How can I take you to Muffin Land?” Ryoma hissed, as he bit his lip again, trying to ignore the fact that Sakuno’s hands were touching places that he didn’t want her to. “Stop e-eating me like – ugnh!” He inwardly cursed himself for letting out another unnecessary sound, but it’s not like he could help it. It seemed that Sakuno found the M&Ms. Despite that, he continued trudging towards the bed.

The situation was definitely getting harder than he expected it to be. It went the same for certain things below, but he tried to push the thoughts to the back of his head and keep everything from getting worse. He only wished that Ryuzaki helped a bit instead of aggravating the whole thing.

He counted slowly from ten to one to calm himself down.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

“Almost there…”

Six.

Five.

“Just a few more…”

Four.

Three.

“Here’s the bed…”

Two.

“AUUUUGHHH!” Ryoma screamed in pain as Sakuno bit hardly into his ear. Due to the impact, Ryoma dropped Sakuno right onto the bed and he reached out for his sore ear. He glanced at Sakuno angrily and saw that she was reaching out for him, her glazed eyes looking up.

“Gingerbreadman-san! Where did you go?” she asked, flailing her arms around. “Don’t leave me, Gingerbreadman-san!!”

Ryoma backed away slowly, looking at Sakuno in fear. He wiped the sweat on his brow as thought of how to restrain Sakuno and how to calm his throbbing ear. As if she was reading his thoughts, her arms dropped dead on the bed and he took this chance at once. He ran towards the table and grabbed his phone, not looking at the hiccupping girl on the bed.

“Momo-sempai, help me!” he whispered urgently, as he made a safe distance between him and Sakuno. He quickly ran his hands over his disheveled polo shirt and tried to button it up using one hand. The sounds of Sakuno’s hiccups sent shivers down his spine.

“Eh! It’s ochibi!” rang a voice in the background. “Ne, ne, how are you doing ochibi?” came Eiji’s voice.

“Eiji-sempai, pick us up!” Ryoma said.

“Waii, don’t worry! We won’t do anything to stop your fun! Nya!” Eiji laughed. “Do your best, ochibiiiii!”

“Echizen!” It was Momoshiro this time. “Sorry, Eiji-sempai grabbed it. Anyway, how are things going?” He could hear the meaning underlying his sempai’s words and he snarled into the phone.

“Crazy. This girl is completely insane,” Ryoma told him. “Can you pick us up?”

There was buzzing on the other end, but soon enough, Momoshiro’s voice came up. “Okay. Fuji-sempai already called for a van to come and get us from the karaoke place. We’re packing up and we’re about to bring mamushi and Kawamura-sempai in. Where’re you staying?”

Ryoma took a sheet of paper from the nearby nightstand and gave the motel’s address.

“YOU’RE AT A MOTEL?!” Momoshiro exclaimed happily and suddenly, other jubilant voices sounded in the background. “Good one! I never knew this day would come! Lucky! You better tell us everything!”

“It’s a long story,” Ryoma sighed in exhaustion. He was not in the mood to argue with his sempai anymore. “But come here as quick as you can.” He paused to think before he added, “Please,” for a good measure.

“Haii, haii!” Momoshiro said excitedly and he hung up.

For the first time since the night began, a genuine smile crept up on Ryoma’s face.

Finally.

Things were beginning to look up for him.

After a five-minute shower to get rid of the sweat (Ryoma did NOT want his sempai-tachi to get a wrong idea), Ryoma decided that everything was going to be okay. He shot a quick glance at the bed and found Sakuno snoring softly, with occasional mutters now and then.

He plopped down onto the sofa as he dried his hair with a towel.

Really, his first week of high school wasn’t even over and he had been through so much already. He wondered how he would fare for the rest of the year – or for the rest of high school, for that matter – and he hoped that this day wouldn’t trigger other bad days.

His head snapped towards the bed again once he heard a pained noise come from Sakuno.

Sighing to himself, he dropped the towel and walked over to her.

Cautiously, he reached out a hand to poke her cheek and he took a step back when she suddenly stirred to consciousness. When nothing else happened, he leaned in closer and saw that her face was flushed red and tears were brimming around her eyes.

“What now?” he muttered to himself as he sat next to her on the bed. He realized that he put her into an awkward position when he dropped her earlier and he gently rearranged her body on the bed until her head was on its rightful pillow. “There,” he mumbled as he stood up.

“R-Ryoma-kun.”

He didn’t look back. This was how everything started in the first place, anyway. Instead, he walked a few feet away before looking at the bed in anticipation. “What?” he called out. “I’m not taking you to Muffin Land anymore.” He smirked at his own joke.

“R-Ryoma-kun… I… I’m sorry…”

At this, the prodigy’s ears perked up in interest. He took small, guarded steps towards the bed, before he stood on his toes to see the expression on her face. She was crying, and she was rubbing her eyes.

“Ryuzaki… You’re awake?” he asked tentatively.

“I… I always… always -hic- bother Ryoma-kun and I… -hic- always mess up…” Tears were falling earnestly now and Ryoma walked over to her side.

“Hey,” Ryoma said, looking over her.

She didn’t reply and Ryoma could see that she was still semi-asleep. Her face was the same red shade and her mouth was slightly open. He reached out to check if she had a fever and to his relief, she was okay. But she still kept crying.

“You,” Ryoma said with a chuckle. “You are very weird.” And with that, he sat down on the bed next to her. “You dreamt that you were buchou, then you thought I was a piece of bread. Really you—“ He glanced down on her and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw that she was now awake. Her brown eyes were looking straight at him, but he recognized the glazed look on it. Sure enough, the alcohol’s effect hadn’t disappeared.

“R-Ryoma-kun…” she repeated. “I’m sorry… I’m -hic- sorry… for not bending my knees… and for not having shorter hair…” She sniffed. “I really missed R-Ryoma-kun… And I was sad when you went away…”

Ryoma leaned away, just in case Sakuno would wrap her arms around him again. “Ryuzaki,” he told her firmly.

“You’re mada, mada dane.”

He reached out. It was too tempting. He HAD to do something. The least he could do was to wipe her tears, right?

When Sakuno was like this, it was hard to imagine that she was as wild as before. In fact, now, she looked like a harmless angel, and Ryoma almost felt sorry for being so rough with her before. He smirked at her.

“But still, that’s what I--“

“Ryoma-kun, I -hic- love -hic- you.”

Ryoma stopped. He stared at Sakuno, his eyes twinkling in curiosity. He blinked again. Was she serious? Or was it the effect of having too much to drink? He looked at her suspiciously, once again increasing his guard in case the girl suddenly pounces. But she did nothing and kept staring at him and crying.

His heart was beating quickly, he was surprised to find out. He felt his insides churning up and he wanted to just throw Sakuno out of the window or have himself jump out in frustration. This was over-the-top. Completely annoyed, he gave a sharp ‘hn’ before he stood up to walk over to the sofa.

“Don’t say things like that while you’re drunk!” Ryoma spat in irritation. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the ceiling, trying hard to stop the grin on his face, which was threatening to widen.

Sakuno didn’t say anything.

Ryoma couldn’t take it anymore.

Midway, he turned around and rushed back to the bed.

It was too much. She was too much. Momoshiro was right. This was his chance. She did enough to make him do this even though, well, yes, she wasn’t exactly aware of what she had been doing. He wasn’t letting this go. Drunk or whatever – he didn’t care anymore. He waited for two years for this. Two years of not seeing her and another of pretending that he didn’t want to see her.

He was a guy, for heaven’s sake!

Don’t complain anymore! Just do it!

Eiji’s voice rang through his ears as he climbed on the bed and settled himself on top of her. He was on all fours as he stared back at her distant, brown eyes. Fine, Ryoma thought. Since everyone’s telling me to do it, I might as well listen to them!

Sakuno reached out and once again curled her arms around Ryoma’s neck.

He reached down to her, as well, and he lowered himself down, slipping his arms around Sakuno’s back. As carefully as he could, he let his hand slip inside her shirt and he ran it across her smooth skin.

Soon, they were hugging. She felt every inch better that what he always thought. Her warmth. Her subtle curves. And her body pressed against his.

Something snapped.

He raised his head to give her one last look before he slowly lowered it to meet her own. He could feel her breath on his face. She was so close. He was so close.

“WE’RE HE-- Oh, holy shit!”

Ryoma’s head instantly turned towards the door, with shock written all over his face. It was returned by three more shocked faces and an amused one.

“S-Sempai-tachi.”

As soon as it all settled into him, Ryoma quickly tore himself away from Sakuno and stood up, smoothening his shirt. Sakuno stayed on the bed and began flailing her arms like before.

“Ryoma-kunnnn!” she exclaimed with a hiccup at the end. “Ryoma-kun was going to kiss me!” She began giggling like what she did earlier.

“That’s not true!” Ryoma protested, his face red. “She’s drunk! Don’t believe her!”

“Uh-huuuuuuhh.” Eiji nodded, looking unconvinced. A sheepish smile was on his face as he patted Momoshiro’s back. “Momo! I won the bet! I told you that ochibi would do something weird!”

Momoshiro still kept staring at Ryoma, his mouth wide with shock.

“No, no, you got everything wrong!”

“Saa, Echizen. This was quite a spectacle. Would you like us to leave now?” Fuji piped up.

“No, we’ll go home with you guys--“

“How about we leave these two here?” Oishi suggested, blushing. “I bet Echizen feels really awkward now.”

“I don’t feel awk--“

Oishi began pushing the other three outside the door. He glanced at Echizen apologetically. “Please enjoy yourselves!” he called out before he shut the door behind him. Ryoma could hear rushed footsteps go down the stairs and he ran out to call them back.

He stopped in the middle of the stairway as he heard the loud whirring of a vehicle engine.

They were gone.

Ryoma reluctantly trudged up the stairs, looking depressed. His expression twisted into a worse one as he neared their room, hearing Sakuno singing. Again.

He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes in frustration. He wondered when this madness will end. He wondered when Sakuno could return to her old self. He wondered if he could ever look at Sakuno in the same light again.

He sighed as he turned the knob.

The sight of Sakuno singing her lungs out again greeted him, and he groaned in irritation. He frowned in her direction and called out, “Oi, Ryuzaki!”

Sakuno stopped her singing and turned to look at him. She cocked her head and curiousity painted her flushed face. “What is it, Ryoma-kun?”

In no time at all, he was at her side and looking down on her. He gently brushed her lips with his own.

“That was for messing up.” He smiled. “Mada mada dane.”

Drunk Sakuno stared at him blankly before singing again.

Ryoma sighed as he walked over the couch and settled in. He took one last glance at her before pulling the couch covers onto him.

Well, he thought bitterly. At least she’ll get a hangover.

Fin.

Hope you guys liked it!