[fic] Autograph
Title: Autograph
Author: kamelli
Pairing: Kamenashi Kazuya x Nishioka Tsuyoshi
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: The simple happenings in getting an autograph.
A/N: Since I haven’t seen much fanfic of this wonderful pairing (seriously, why wasn’t there a lot?), I decided to just write one. This is just an impulsive attempt to write so please forgive me if it’ll be trashy but I am just overwhelmed by feelings over this pairing lately (Nishioka’s enormous gift to Kame for his butai).
“Uhm…hi?”
It’s unusual for super idol Kamenashi Kazuya to be shy around anyone. He was trained since he was twelve years old to have confidence in front of people since he was told that is the key maintain status in the industry. But he can’t help it. He’s a baseball fan since he was five. And in front of probably the most prominent name in Japanese baseball of the season, he can’t help but lose the little confidence he thought he had.
“Oh…yeah?”
Nishioka Tsuyoshi just came from an excruciating practice. The season had been full of pressure from the team and especially the fans. There’s no room for slacking off. So after almost an entire day of mastering a new game play that the team is working on, all he just wanted to do was shower and get his well-deserved rest at home afterwards. But as he turned to the small voice behind him, he suddenly wishes his stunned posture and the blush on his cheeks weren’t too obvious.
“H-hey! IrantocatchuponyoubeforeyouleaveandI’msorryforbotheringyouIknowyouhadalongdayandpracticeisreallytoughIwaswatchingitandthepressureishightooitmustbe…” Kame babbled without a pause before he realized that he’s probably not making sense at all judging by the baffled look the player sent his way. “Oh God, I’m sorry! Just…Can I have an autograph?”
“Eh…?”
……..
“Kamenashi-kun!” Kame’s manager shouted, half-running, as he descended the stairs towards their direction. “There you are! I just had my back on you for a minute and you recklessly dashed to here. I told you their handler is a good friend of mine so we can just ask for Nishioka-san’s autograph from him.”
“An…autograph?” Honestly, Nishioka had no idea if his brain’s inability to process what is happening is because of his exhaustion or because of the fact that Kamenashi Kazuya, an idol he’s always seen on TV and thinks is pretty cool, is so breathtakingly good-looking and has such an overwhelming presence in front of him that’s making him suffocated for some reason. Whatever it is, he needs to get a grip soon and say something more than two words to the guy.
“Yes, Nishioka-san. I’m sorry about this but since you’re already here, we would like to request for your autograph if we may? His niece is turning six next week and she’s a big fan of yours. An autograph would be a nice surprise.” Kame’s manager explained.
Oh! So an autograph…for his niece…okay then…he just needs a pen. And he needs to look cool while signing the paper that will be offered to him. He’s the idolized guy here. He should say something smart first too. Like an idol-like thing to say…like…
“Hi, I’m Nishioka Tsuyoshi.” he ended up saying as he extends his right hand to Kame. He probably strained his arm during practice. It’s all stiff.
“Yeah I know. I’m the one who interrupted you and is asking for your autograph, right?” Kame said with a teasing smirk. This guy is cute. So his niece has a reason to like this guy then.
“AH! Yes! HAHAHAHAHA.” Nishioka tried to use the boisterous attitude now. He then turned his outstretched hand to scratch the back of his head. How can he be so crappy? He mentally notes that he should always try to exude a cool attitude to cute little things that wants his autograph. He also tries to tell himself that he’s referring to the niece. “Well, then, I’ll give you a jersey. And I’ll sign that too.” That’s a good one.
As Nishioka said the generous offer with an easy-going tone and a tiny, kinda seductive smile, Kame felt a certain heat reaching his cheeks. He successfully hid it as he bowed low while saying, “Thank you very much.”
After an hour, as Kame was driven home by his manager, he had himself a very nice birthday present for his niece and maybe for himself too. A signed jersey and his phone, with a newly-saved contact information, clutched in his hand.
Author: kamelli
Pairing: Kamenashi Kazuya x Nishioka Tsuyoshi
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: The simple happenings in getting an autograph.
A/N: Since I haven’t seen much fanfic of this wonderful pairing (seriously, why wasn’t there a lot?), I decided to just write one. This is just an impulsive attempt to write so please forgive me if it’ll be trashy but I am just overwhelmed by feelings over this pairing lately (Nishioka’s enormous gift to Kame for his butai).
“Uhm…hi?”
It’s unusual for super idol Kamenashi Kazuya to be shy around anyone. He was trained since he was twelve years old to have confidence in front of people since he was told that is the key maintain status in the industry. But he can’t help it. He’s a baseball fan since he was five. And in front of probably the most prominent name in Japanese baseball of the season, he can’t help but lose the little confidence he thought he had.
“Oh…yeah?”
Nishioka Tsuyoshi just came from an excruciating practice. The season had been full of pressure from the team and especially the fans. There’s no room for slacking off. So after almost an entire day of mastering a new game play that the team is working on, all he just wanted to do was shower and get his well-deserved rest at home afterwards. But as he turned to the small voice behind him, he suddenly wishes his stunned posture and the blush on his cheeks weren’t too obvious.
“H-hey! IrantocatchuponyoubeforeyouleaveandI’msorryforbotheringyouIknowyouhadalongdayandpracticeisreallytoughIwaswatchingitandthepressureishightooitmustbe…” Kame babbled without a pause before he realized that he’s probably not making sense at all judging by the baffled look the player sent his way. “Oh God, I’m sorry! Just…Can I have an autograph?”
“Eh…?”
……..
“Kamenashi-kun!” Kame’s manager shouted, half-running, as he descended the stairs towards their direction. “There you are! I just had my back on you for a minute and you recklessly dashed to here. I told you their handler is a good friend of mine so we can just ask for Nishioka-san’s autograph from him.”
“An…autograph?” Honestly, Nishioka had no idea if his brain’s inability to process what is happening is because of his exhaustion or because of the fact that Kamenashi Kazuya, an idol he’s always seen on TV and thinks is pretty cool, is so breathtakingly good-looking and has such an overwhelming presence in front of him that’s making him suffocated for some reason. Whatever it is, he needs to get a grip soon and say something more than two words to the guy.
“Yes, Nishioka-san. I’m sorry about this but since you’re already here, we would like to request for your autograph if we may? His niece is turning six next week and she’s a big fan of yours. An autograph would be a nice surprise.” Kame’s manager explained.
Oh! So an autograph…for his niece…okay then…he just needs a pen. And he needs to look cool while signing the paper that will be offered to him. He’s the idolized guy here. He should say something smart first too. Like an idol-like thing to say…like…
“Hi, I’m Nishioka Tsuyoshi.” he ended up saying as he extends his right hand to Kame. He probably strained his arm during practice. It’s all stiff.
“Yeah I know. I’m the one who interrupted you and is asking for your autograph, right?” Kame said with a teasing smirk. This guy is cute. So his niece has a reason to like this guy then.
“AH! Yes! HAHAHAHAHA.” Nishioka tried to use the boisterous attitude now. He then turned his outstretched hand to scratch the back of his head. How can he be so crappy? He mentally notes that he should always try to exude a cool attitude to cute little things that wants his autograph. He also tries to tell himself that he’s referring to the niece. “Well, then, I’ll give you a jersey. And I’ll sign that too.” That’s a good one.
As Nishioka said the generous offer with an easy-going tone and a tiny, kinda seductive smile, Kame felt a certain heat reaching his cheeks. He successfully hid it as he bowed low while saying, “Thank you very much.”
After an hour, as Kame was driven home by his manager, he had himself a very nice birthday present for his niece and maybe for himself too. A signed jersey and his phone, with a newly-saved contact information, clutched in his hand.