[One-Shot]: Pens and Markers
[One-Shot]: Pens and Markers
Title: Pens and Markers (Prompt 97: 5 times Daiki and Yamada drew on JUMP’s faces when they were asleep)
Author: chii_loves_me
Words: 590
Genre: Failed Crack
Summary: Never mock Daiki when he has a marker in his pocket.
A/N: For the HSJ-thon.
•Pudding•
Daiki has just arrived at the Jimusho. He was late so he expected that everyone was there. But he only found a sleeping Yabu. Yamada was there too. He sat on the table, staring at a half-eaten chocolate pudding.
“What’s wrong, Yama-chan?” he asked as he sat next to the boy. Yamada contorted his face into a grimace and shoved the pudding cup in Daiki’s face. “You finish this; I can’t anymore,”
Daiki looked puzzled. “It’s just one cup, Yama-chan, how can you not finish this?” As he said this, his eyes strayed to the floor, where a ton of pudding cups littered it. He rolled his eyes. He took the cup and stared at the contents. He didn’t want to finish it either.
Daiki’s eyes lit up.
“Ne, I have an idea…”
5 minutes later
Daiki put his hands on his hips. “Well, at least it didn’t go to waste,”
“Yeah, I wonder why I hadn’t thought of this,” said Yamada. He took out his camera phone and took a picture of Yabu’s pudding-smeared face.
•Is That Stubble on Your Chin?•
Hikaru observed his chin in the huge mirror. Daiki was on his left, checking his hair.
“Damn my slow hormones! When will I be able to have facial hair?!” Hikaru cursed to himself. Daiki laughed. “Wow, I can’t believe that you don’t have any! I already have one, see?” he said, pointing to an invisible follicle, “Right over-“
“Yeah, that’s real cute, Dai-chan,” said Hikaru and absentmindedly ruffled Daiki’s hair. He yawned and left the younger boy pouting. He puffed up his cheeks as he watched Hikaru lie on the sofa.
“Cute, huh?”
He took the permanent marker from his pants pocket and whispered to himself.
“I’ll give you enough facial hair to last a lifetime.”
•Stop Clowning Around•
“Takaki-kun! Takaki-kun!” said Yamada as he tugged on the older boy’s shirt.
“What?” Takaki asked. He transferred himself on the sofa and lay down.
“Help me with my school project! I need someone to pose as a jester for me!”
Takaki waved him away with his hand, but Yamada persisted him further.
“Oi Takaki!” he said, shaking the boy. But he seemed to be fast asleep. Yamada pouted and left the room.
A few moments later, he returned with a bag in his hand. He sat in front of Takaki and pulled out a green tube and a brush.
“I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen, Ba.Ka.Kiii~”
•4•
Keito walked down the hall, earphones plugged in. He had a bad day and he just wanted to sit down and stare blankly at a wall. He thought about what had gone wrong when Daiki suddenly collided with him, slamming them both onto the floor.
“Sorry Keito!” he said, standing up quickly. Again, he took off. Keito stared after him with a puzzled look in his face. He stood up and fixed himself. It wasn’t long before someone else dashed down the hall.
“You’ll pay for this, ARIOKA!” yelled Inoo whose face looked like a child’s art project, complete with rainbows and stars.
•5•
The household was quiet. Everything was still, save for the tinkling windchimes on Takaki’s open window. The cool night breeze entered the room and played on the cheeks of 8 sleeping boys on the floor.
In a dark corner of the room, two pairs of shiny eyes glared at the sleeping figures. One of them fumbled around a pencil case until he found a neon-colored marker.
“They will pay for calling us fat.”
“Hell yeah.”
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Title: Pens and Markers (Prompt 97: 5 times Daiki and Yamada drew on JUMP’s faces when they were asleep)
Author: chii_loves_me
Words: 590
Genre: Failed Crack
Summary: Never mock Daiki when he has a marker in his pocket.
A/N: For the HSJ-thon.
•Pudding•
Daiki has just arrived at the Jimusho. He was late so he expected that everyone was there. But he only found a sleeping Yabu. Yamada was there too. He sat on the table, staring at a half-eaten chocolate pudding.
“What’s wrong, Yama-chan?” he asked as he sat next to the boy. Yamada contorted his face into a grimace and shoved the pudding cup in Daiki’s face. “You finish this; I can’t anymore,”
Daiki looked puzzled. “It’s just one cup, Yama-chan, how can you not finish this?” As he said this, his eyes strayed to the floor, where a ton of pudding cups littered it. He rolled his eyes. He took the cup and stared at the contents. He didn’t want to finish it either.
Daiki’s eyes lit up.
“Ne, I have an idea…”
5 minutes later
Daiki put his hands on his hips. “Well, at least it didn’t go to waste,”
“Yeah, I wonder why I hadn’t thought of this,” said Yamada. He took out his camera phone and took a picture of Yabu’s pudding-smeared face.
•Is That Stubble on Your Chin?•
Hikaru observed his chin in the huge mirror. Daiki was on his left, checking his hair.
“Damn my slow hormones! When will I be able to have facial hair?!” Hikaru cursed to himself. Daiki laughed. “Wow, I can’t believe that you don’t have any! I already have one, see?” he said, pointing to an invisible follicle, “Right over-“
“Yeah, that’s real cute, Dai-chan,” said Hikaru and absentmindedly ruffled Daiki’s hair. He yawned and left the younger boy pouting. He puffed up his cheeks as he watched Hikaru lie on the sofa.
“Cute, huh?”
He took the permanent marker from his pants pocket and whispered to himself.
“I’ll give you enough facial hair to last a lifetime.”
•Stop Clowning Around•
“Takaki-kun! Takaki-kun!” said Yamada as he tugged on the older boy’s shirt.
“What?” Takaki asked. He transferred himself on the sofa and lay down.
“Help me with my school project! I need someone to pose as a jester for me!”
Takaki waved him away with his hand, but Yamada persisted him further.
“Oi Takaki!” he said, shaking the boy. But he seemed to be fast asleep. Yamada pouted and left the room.
A few moments later, he returned with a bag in his hand. He sat in front of Takaki and pulled out a green tube and a brush.
“I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen, Ba.Ka.Kiii~”
•4•
Keito walked down the hall, earphones plugged in. He had a bad day and he just wanted to sit down and stare blankly at a wall. He thought about what had gone wrong when Daiki suddenly collided with him, slamming them both onto the floor.
“Sorry Keito!” he said, standing up quickly. Again, he took off. Keito stared after him with a puzzled look in his face. He stood up and fixed himself. It wasn’t long before someone else dashed down the hall.
“You’ll pay for this, ARIOKA!” yelled Inoo whose face looked like a child’s art project, complete with rainbows and stars.
•5•
The household was quiet. Everything was still, save for the tinkling windchimes on Takaki’s open window. The cool night breeze entered the room and played on the cheeks of 8 sleeping boys on the floor.
In a dark corner of the room, two pairs of shiny eyes glared at the sleeping figures. One of them fumbled around a pencil case until he found a neon-colored marker.
“They will pay for calling us fat.”
“Hell yeah.”
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