[Fic] Red Chair | Best Friend's Girl
Summary: Naoto only agreed to take guitar lessons for his role in Mango to Akai kurumaisu if his teacher was his co-leader. Canon divergent where Naoki was suddenly turned into a female.
Rating: T
For his role in the movie, Naoto agreed to take guitar lessons only if his teacher was Naoki, reasons being 1) She was a good teacher, 2) He got to spend time with her, 3) He just wanted to spend more time with her alone.
The third point probably wasn't a valid reason, but he couldn't say "practise kissing, lots and lots of kissing" without getting the cold shoulder from his now shorter, now very female co-leader. Naoki might have retained most of her personality, but she got rather prickly when asked about the differences between being a male and being a female. More prickly than usual. She didn’t like people treating her differently, for one, if her curt reaction to the Exile members' mollycoddling was any indication.
The science of Naoki’s situation didn’t even make sense to him. Magic, maybe?
Not that it mattered. Naoto loved his co-leader either way.
“I have to play the electric guitar, sing on stage, and shag a lead actress in front of the camera. Help me, Naoki.”
“…What?”
“Well, maybe not have sex, since I’ll only be shirtless and I'm supposed to be paralysed. I still have to kiss Sayaka-chan and make it look like we are having a nice romp in the sheets. By the way, I'm not sure how that is done. But,” he emphasized before Naoki could throw something at him, “I can’t play the guitar very well. Teach me?” His puppy eyes were trained on her. “Pretty please? I’ll make it up to you.”
“I...Alright,” Naoki relented with a sigh - she seemed to be sighing a lot recently. Her eyes flew open when a pair of lips met hers, lingering for a short while before pulling back.
"I believe I have to practise kissing too," Naoto smirked, licking his lips and savouring the taste. "And you're here."
"That was not part of the plan, Naoto-san," Naoki grumbled, gingerly touching the corners of her mouth. "Please don't use me as an excuse just because you are going to kiss a female co-star on the big screen. Remember Tomonori-san?"
“Don't you dare bring that up, Ki-chan-" ("Ki-chan?!" Naoki spluttered) "-and it’s not like I had to respond when Hashimoto-san smooched me, so that point is moot. Besides, I like you.” He reached out, curled his hand over her cheek, and brought their foreheads together. “I like kissing you.”
His hand, so warm, now bigger than hers.
His touch, so gentle, so tender, as if she would break.
"Guitar, Naoto-san." Naoki reminded. She felt the tell-tale signs of heat dusting her cheeks. Naoto always had an inexplicable way of making her feel like a teenager falling in love for the first time. Surely she must be immune by now. "You are here for guitar lessons."
"I know." Naoto smiled, leaning in to trail butterfly kisses over her face and neck, pleased by her delicate shudders. Her features were softer, framed by thick lustrous hair which he loved running his fingers through. “I really like you.”
“I know,” she breathed, clutching his sleeves when his hand trailed down to the small of her back, rubbing slowly. She could feel it, feel his love transcend boundaries. “Naoto-san…”
"Speaking of Tomonori, I remember going to your house after the filming of the last episode. You were so adorably defensive when you were trying to deny how jealous you were," said Naoto smugly. The then-male Naoki had startled him with his unexpected tsundere side, refusing to be placated until Naoto all but staked his claim on the younger man.
"Are you hinting something?" Naoki pulled back and saw her co-leader's devious expression. She shrank back immediately, arms thrown up in a defensive pose. "You are!"
"But of course." He pinned her with the heat in his eyes. "I must make it up to you if I ever make you jealous, Na-o-ki. Twicefold if I must."
His intent was clear as day, the heat in his gaze unmistakable and full of promises. Feeling self-conscious all of the sudden, Naoki shifted uncomfortably. Naoto had every intention of helping her discover herself, what would make her body sing, make her yearn for his wicked touch, but only if she gave him her consent. He was ever that polite to the ladies, and now he was extending that privilege to her with special bonuses reserved only for her and her alone.
She averted her eyes from Naoto’s knowing look.
"L-let’s concentrate on getting you in shape, Naoto-san."
“Thank you, Naoki. I’ll definitely make it up to you,” said Naoto with a bright smile, cupping the back of her head before swooping in for another long, drawn-out kiss.
Rating: T
For his role in the movie, Naoto agreed to take guitar lessons only if his teacher was Naoki, reasons being 1) She was a good teacher, 2) He got to spend time with her, 3) He just wanted to spend more time with her alone.
The third point probably wasn't a valid reason, but he couldn't say "practise kissing, lots and lots of kissing" without getting the cold shoulder from his now shorter, now very female co-leader. Naoki might have retained most of her personality, but she got rather prickly when asked about the differences between being a male and being a female. More prickly than usual. She didn’t like people treating her differently, for one, if her curt reaction to the Exile members' mollycoddling was any indication.
The science of Naoki’s situation didn’t even make sense to him. Magic, maybe?
Not that it mattered. Naoto loved his co-leader either way.
“I have to play the electric guitar, sing on stage, and shag a lead actress in front of the camera. Help me, Naoki.”
“…What?”
“Well, maybe not have sex, since I’ll only be shirtless and I'm supposed to be paralysed. I still have to kiss Sayaka-chan and make it look like we are having a nice romp in the sheets. By the way, I'm not sure how that is done. But,” he emphasized before Naoki could throw something at him, “I can’t play the guitar very well. Teach me?” His puppy eyes were trained on her. “Pretty please? I’ll make it up to you.”
“I...Alright,” Naoki relented with a sigh - she seemed to be sighing a lot recently. Her eyes flew open when a pair of lips met hers, lingering for a short while before pulling back.
"I believe I have to practise kissing too," Naoto smirked, licking his lips and savouring the taste. "And you're here."
"That was not part of the plan, Naoto-san," Naoki grumbled, gingerly touching the corners of her mouth. "Please don't use me as an excuse just because you are going to kiss a female co-star on the big screen. Remember Tomonori-san?"
“Don't you dare bring that up, Ki-chan-" ("Ki-chan?!" Naoki spluttered) "-and it’s not like I had to respond when Hashimoto-san smooched me, so that point is moot. Besides, I like you.” He reached out, curled his hand over her cheek, and brought their foreheads together. “I like kissing you.”
His hand, so warm, now bigger than hers.
His touch, so gentle, so tender, as if she would break.
"Guitar, Naoto-san." Naoki reminded. She felt the tell-tale signs of heat dusting her cheeks. Naoto always had an inexplicable way of making her feel like a teenager falling in love for the first time. Surely she must be immune by now. "You are here for guitar lessons."
"I know." Naoto smiled, leaning in to trail butterfly kisses over her face and neck, pleased by her delicate shudders. Her features were softer, framed by thick lustrous hair which he loved running his fingers through. “I really like you.”
“I know,” she breathed, clutching his sleeves when his hand trailed down to the small of her back, rubbing slowly. She could feel it, feel his love transcend boundaries. “Naoto-san…”
"Speaking of Tomonori, I remember going to your house after the filming of the last episode. You were so adorably defensive when you were trying to deny how jealous you were," said Naoto smugly. The then-male Naoki had startled him with his unexpected tsundere side, refusing to be placated until Naoto all but staked his claim on the younger man.
"Are you hinting something?" Naoki pulled back and saw her co-leader's devious expression. She shrank back immediately, arms thrown up in a defensive pose. "You are!"
"But of course." He pinned her with the heat in his eyes. "I must make it up to you if I ever make you jealous, Na-o-ki. Twicefold if I must."
His intent was clear as day, the heat in his gaze unmistakable and full of promises. Feeling self-conscious all of the sudden, Naoki shifted uncomfortably. Naoto had every intention of helping her discover herself, what would make her body sing, make her yearn for his wicked touch, but only if she gave him her consent. He was ever that polite to the ladies, and now he was extending that privilege to her with special bonuses reserved only for her and her alone.
She averted her eyes from Naoto’s knowing look.
"L-let’s concentrate on getting you in shape, Naoto-san."
“Thank you, Naoki. I’ll definitely make it up to you,” said Naoto with a bright smile, cupping the back of her head before swooping in for another long, drawn-out kiss.