honest intentions
well, since the meme doesn't really look like it's going anywhere else super fast... 8D; *reposts*
for anon here at the juniors meme.
Who I want: Yokoo Wataru/Nikaido Takashi
What I want: Nika fails at confessing. A lot.
Extra: Yokoo appreciates getting a small hand-held vacuum cleaner to make cleaning the dressing room table easier, but doesn't understand it's supposed to be a declaration of love. The rest of Kisumai is highly amused and snarky but supportive.
honest intentions; G, 1300w.
"What... do you get someone," Nikaido said slowly, as if thinking about it a lot, "who likes to clean too much?"
"Chill pills obviously," Fujigaya said, eyeing the huffy way Yokoo was wrestling with the twisting neck of the vacuum cleaner that had fallen upon him out of the closet. "And more chill pills."
"Also," Kitayama drawled from the couch, "more chill pills."
"WOULDN'T IT BE NICE," Yokoo said loudly, "TO HAVE CLEAN, SUPPORTIVE BANDMATES LIKE KEI-CHAN DOES."
"I think you mean neurotic," Fujigaya said off-hand, nudging Tamamori out of the way to fix his unibang in the mirror. He was thinking about Tegoshi.
"Desperate," Kitayama added, thinking about Kato.
"AT LEAST THEY TRY," Yokoo said, "AND OCCASIONALLY DO. WOULD IT KILL ANY OF YOU SOMETIME TO JUST LEND ME A HAND."
Suddenly inspired, Nikaido broke out of his deep thoughts and lent Yokoo a hand.
"Thank you," Yokoo said, dripping with irritation as he untangled his long limbs from the snaking vacuum with Nikaido's assistance. "At least somebody loves me."
"That's right," Nikaido said proudly.
Fujigaya snickered. "That's right, isn't it, Nika-chan?"
Kitayama rolled his eyes and turned over on the couch. "Leave the kid alone."
"Yes, Dad."
Nikaido ignored the older ones' bickering for once, in favour of staring unabashedly at the firm set of Yokoo's sharp jaw as Yokoo snapped at Fujigaya and Kitayama and set about cleaning the dressing room table and floor. And storage boxes. And make-up table. And couch.
It was a pretty good-looking jaw.
Yokoo was kind of hot when he got all angry, Nikaido thought, but getting to see his fang toothed smile was even better.
Pleased that Yokoo had acknowledged his little crush, Nikaido grinned to himself. He knew just the thing to make Yokoo smile. And the more Nikaido made Yokoo smile, the more Yokoo would have to like Nikaido back, right? Right. The plan was perfect.
Everything finally figured out, Nikaido decided not to wait a moment longer.
"Come on, Senga," he said, dragging Senga up and out of the dressing room by the sleeve of his checked flannel shirt. "We need to go shopping."
*
"Are you proposing to Wattaa?" Senga asked, tone hushed.
"Hm?" Nikaido wouldn't have called it proposing exactly, but then Senga had always been a bit weird. Like Tamamori but not. "Yeah, kinda?"
Senga's eyes lit up. "Then you should totally get him this one!" he enthused. "My mom got it for my cousin's wedding present thing, you know? Apparently it's really good!"
"Yeah?" Nikaido eyed the price tag, which was a little steep. Wondering if his love for Yokoo went that far, he decided after a moment that it did. "Okay."
"Awesome," Senga said.
"Let me borrow your pocket money again, okay?" Nikaido said. "I'll pay you back."
Senga stared at him. "Mou, Nika. Again? Why didn't you tell me before! Shin-chan and I wanted to buy out the bread in the jimusho canteen tomorrow." Still, he handed over the money like Nikaido knew he would.
"Thanks, Senga," Nikaido grinned at the counter. "You're the second best. ♥"
Senga pouted at the 'second' part. "Fine. I guess being in the top three is okay."
*
The next day, Nikaido arrived early. Even earlier than Yokoo.
By the time Yokoo walked in (just regularly early), there was an unboxed and unbubblewrapped super deluxe miniature hand-held vacuum cleaner sitting on the dressing room table with an orange and green ribbon around it. The ribbon had been an afterthought dug up from the closet's Halloween box.
"Is this a joke?" Yokoo said, eyeing the thing.
"You're a joke," Tamamori murmured to his can of hairspray. Yokoo glared at the back of Tamamori's head, but let the issue drop when Tamamori didn't seem to be mentally present.
'Sorry, Yokoo-san!' Miyata mouthed over Tamamori's shoulder with an apologetic smile.
"You like it, right?" Nikaido said.
Yokoo looked dubious. "It's for me?"
"Like cake for a fat kid," Fujigaya said.
"You mean a Fattymitsu?" Kawai cackled.
"A fatty your mom," Kitayama told him.
"My mom is hot," Kawai shot back.
"As much as you're not," Fujigaya laughed, and gave Kitayama a high five.
Incensed by the fools, Yokoo also spied some melon bread crumbs on the floor under the dressing room table and marched over to the hand-held vacuum cleaner. He picked it up by the nozzle and held its handle out in the direction of the Fujigaya-Kitayama-Kawai trio.
"Whose fault is this?" he demanded, pointing at the minor mess. "Take responsibility!"
None of them owned up.
"Aren't you going to use it, Wattaa?" Nikaido asked.
Yokoo gave him an incredulous look. "Is it my mess? I don't think so."
Nikaido blinked as if slapped.
"But Nika bought it specially for you yesterday!" Senga protested. "Specially, Wattaa!"
The Fujigaya-Kitayama-Kawai trio cracked up laughing. (Nikaido gave them his best dirty glare, but unfortunately for him they were all too self-absorbed to notice.)
"What on earth for, Nikaido?" Yokoo demanded. "I do enough cleaning around here without being given the role permanently by you of all people!"
Feeling hurt by Yokoo's unfair irritation, Nikaido burst out right back: "Because I like you and I thought it would make you happy!"
Yokoo's jaw snapped shut with an audible click. "Whit? I mean, what?"
"An idiot answer to an idiot confession!" Fujigaya laughed. On the floor, Kawai wiped away tears of mirth.
Yokoo glared at them. "Just shut the hell up!"
Frustrated and thoroughly embarrassed, Nikaido turned and stomped out of the room.
"Nika!" Senga cried, making to go after him-but Kitayama's voice stopped him short.
"Gaffai? I think we should let Yokoo-san go fetch, don't you?"
Senga blinked. "Ah y-yeah, I guess. Okay."
Cracking an eye open, Kitayama pinned Yokoo with languid amusement. "What do you think, Yokoo-san?"
"I think you're all unforgivably stupid," Yokoo said loudly, glaring at each of the room's occupants (except Miyata) in turn. "And you-" he stabbed a finger at Tamamori, who blinked vapidly over his mirror "-not one word."
With that, he stomped out of the room.
"...what did I do?" Tamamori puffed his cheeks, plaintive.
Miyata just shook his head and pat Tamamori on the shoulder. "Nevermind."
*
Yokoo found Nikaido, of all places, in ABC-Z's dressing room.
"How did you know I'd be here?" Nikaido asked sullenly.
Yokoo pointedly didn't say any of the following:
• you aren't particularly intelligent,
• you have the survival instincts of a small onigiri,
• only an idiot would 'hide' with ABC-Z,
• you're quite the glutton for punishment,
• Fujigaya bet you would.
Instead, he gave a lopsided little fang toothed smile and said, "I know you, Nikaido." And Nikaido gave a shy little grin back.
On his guitar across the room, Totsuka began to strum the chorus of Love is in the Air.
Yokoo cleared his throat. "So. Thanks for the ...present."
"I didn't mean to make you angry," Nikaido said quickly. "I mean, it was just. I thought it would be useful for you. Because you always got angry at the big vacuum cleaner in there."
"I always get angry at the idiots who don't pick up after themselves, is what I get angry at," Yokoo told him primly.
"Do you like me back, though?" Nikaido asked, persisting with the real issue at hand.
Yokoo's expression softened at that. "I like you, Nika. But I'm not a girl, you know."
"I know that," Nikaido rushed to reassure.
"I'm not going to clean for you even if we start going out," Yokoo warned.
"That's okay," Nikaido said.
"And a real present would be fixing our bandmates' thick skulls..."
Briefly, Nikaido wondered if bashing two heads together would thin the bone within them at all. There was only one way to find out, right? Right. "Leave it to me, Wattaa," he grinned. "I'll see what I can do!"
for anon here at the juniors meme.
Who I want: Yokoo Wataru/Nikaido Takashi
What I want: Nika fails at confessing. A lot.
Extra: Yokoo appreciates getting a small hand-held vacuum cleaner to make cleaning the dressing room table easier, but doesn't understand it's supposed to be a declaration of love. The rest of Kisumai is highly amused and snarky but supportive.
honest intentions; G, 1300w.
"What... do you get someone," Nikaido said slowly, as if thinking about it a lot, "who likes to clean too much?"
"Chill pills obviously," Fujigaya said, eyeing the huffy way Yokoo was wrestling with the twisting neck of the vacuum cleaner that had fallen upon him out of the closet. "And more chill pills."
"Also," Kitayama drawled from the couch, "more chill pills."
"WOULDN'T IT BE NICE," Yokoo said loudly, "TO HAVE CLEAN, SUPPORTIVE BANDMATES LIKE KEI-CHAN DOES."
"I think you mean neurotic," Fujigaya said off-hand, nudging Tamamori out of the way to fix his unibang in the mirror. He was thinking about Tegoshi.
"Desperate," Kitayama added, thinking about Kato.
"AT LEAST THEY TRY," Yokoo said, "AND OCCASIONALLY DO. WOULD IT KILL ANY OF YOU SOMETIME TO JUST LEND ME A HAND."
Suddenly inspired, Nikaido broke out of his deep thoughts and lent Yokoo a hand.
"Thank you," Yokoo said, dripping with irritation as he untangled his long limbs from the snaking vacuum with Nikaido's assistance. "At least somebody loves me."
"That's right," Nikaido said proudly.
Fujigaya snickered. "That's right, isn't it, Nika-chan?"
Kitayama rolled his eyes and turned over on the couch. "Leave the kid alone."
"Yes, Dad."
Nikaido ignored the older ones' bickering for once, in favour of staring unabashedly at the firm set of Yokoo's sharp jaw as Yokoo snapped at Fujigaya and Kitayama and set about cleaning the dressing room table and floor. And storage boxes. And make-up table. And couch.
It was a pretty good-looking jaw.
Yokoo was kind of hot when he got all angry, Nikaido thought, but getting to see his fang toothed smile was even better.
Pleased that Yokoo had acknowledged his little crush, Nikaido grinned to himself. He knew just the thing to make Yokoo smile. And the more Nikaido made Yokoo smile, the more Yokoo would have to like Nikaido back, right? Right. The plan was perfect.
Everything finally figured out, Nikaido decided not to wait a moment longer.
"Come on, Senga," he said, dragging Senga up and out of the dressing room by the sleeve of his checked flannel shirt. "We need to go shopping."
*
"Are you proposing to Wattaa?" Senga asked, tone hushed.
"Hm?" Nikaido wouldn't have called it proposing exactly, but then Senga had always been a bit weird. Like Tamamori but not. "Yeah, kinda?"
Senga's eyes lit up. "Then you should totally get him this one!" he enthused. "My mom got it for my cousin's wedding present thing, you know? Apparently it's really good!"
"Yeah?" Nikaido eyed the price tag, which was a little steep. Wondering if his love for Yokoo went that far, he decided after a moment that it did. "Okay."
"Awesome," Senga said.
"Let me borrow your pocket money again, okay?" Nikaido said. "I'll pay you back."
Senga stared at him. "Mou, Nika. Again? Why didn't you tell me before! Shin-chan and I wanted to buy out the bread in the jimusho canteen tomorrow." Still, he handed over the money like Nikaido knew he would.
"Thanks, Senga," Nikaido grinned at the counter. "You're the second best. ♥"
Senga pouted at the 'second' part. "Fine. I guess being in the top three is okay."
*
The next day, Nikaido arrived early. Even earlier than Yokoo.
By the time Yokoo walked in (just regularly early), there was an unboxed and unbubblewrapped super deluxe miniature hand-held vacuum cleaner sitting on the dressing room table with an orange and green ribbon around it. The ribbon had been an afterthought dug up from the closet's Halloween box.
"Is this a joke?" Yokoo said, eyeing the thing.
"You're a joke," Tamamori murmured to his can of hairspray. Yokoo glared at the back of Tamamori's head, but let the issue drop when Tamamori didn't seem to be mentally present.
'Sorry, Yokoo-san!' Miyata mouthed over Tamamori's shoulder with an apologetic smile.
"You like it, right?" Nikaido said.
Yokoo looked dubious. "It's for me?"
"Like cake for a fat kid," Fujigaya said.
"You mean a Fattymitsu?" Kawai cackled.
"A fatty your mom," Kitayama told him.
"My mom is hot," Kawai shot back.
"As much as you're not," Fujigaya laughed, and gave Kitayama a high five.
Incensed by the fools, Yokoo also spied some melon bread crumbs on the floor under the dressing room table and marched over to the hand-held vacuum cleaner. He picked it up by the nozzle and held its handle out in the direction of the Fujigaya-Kitayama-Kawai trio.
"Whose fault is this?" he demanded, pointing at the minor mess. "Take responsibility!"
None of them owned up.
"Aren't you going to use it, Wattaa?" Nikaido asked.
Yokoo gave him an incredulous look. "Is it my mess? I don't think so."
Nikaido blinked as if slapped.
"But Nika bought it specially for you yesterday!" Senga protested. "Specially, Wattaa!"
The Fujigaya-Kitayama-Kawai trio cracked up laughing. (Nikaido gave them his best dirty glare, but unfortunately for him they were all too self-absorbed to notice.)
"What on earth for, Nikaido?" Yokoo demanded. "I do enough cleaning around here without being given the role permanently by you of all people!"
Feeling hurt by Yokoo's unfair irritation, Nikaido burst out right back: "Because I like you and I thought it would make you happy!"
Yokoo's jaw snapped shut with an audible click. "Whit? I mean, what?"
"An idiot answer to an idiot confession!" Fujigaya laughed. On the floor, Kawai wiped away tears of mirth.
Yokoo glared at them. "Just shut the hell up!"
Frustrated and thoroughly embarrassed, Nikaido turned and stomped out of the room.
"Nika!" Senga cried, making to go after him-but Kitayama's voice stopped him short.
"Gaffai? I think we should let Yokoo-san go fetch, don't you?"
Senga blinked. "Ah y-yeah, I guess. Okay."
Cracking an eye open, Kitayama pinned Yokoo with languid amusement. "What do you think, Yokoo-san?"
"I think you're all unforgivably stupid," Yokoo said loudly, glaring at each of the room's occupants (except Miyata) in turn. "And you-" he stabbed a finger at Tamamori, who blinked vapidly over his mirror "-not one word."
With that, he stomped out of the room.
"...what did I do?" Tamamori puffed his cheeks, plaintive.
Miyata just shook his head and pat Tamamori on the shoulder. "Nevermind."
*
Yokoo found Nikaido, of all places, in ABC-Z's dressing room.
"How did you know I'd be here?" Nikaido asked sullenly.
Yokoo pointedly didn't say any of the following:
• you aren't particularly intelligent,
• you have the survival instincts of a small onigiri,
• only an idiot would 'hide' with ABC-Z,
• you're quite the glutton for punishment,
• Fujigaya bet you would.
Instead, he gave a lopsided little fang toothed smile and said, "I know you, Nikaido." And Nikaido gave a shy little grin back.
On his guitar across the room, Totsuka began to strum the chorus of Love is in the Air.
Yokoo cleared his throat. "So. Thanks for the ...present."
"I didn't mean to make you angry," Nikaido said quickly. "I mean, it was just. I thought it would be useful for you. Because you always got angry at the big vacuum cleaner in there."
"I always get angry at the idiots who don't pick up after themselves, is what I get angry at," Yokoo told him primly.
"Do you like me back, though?" Nikaido asked, persisting with the real issue at hand.
Yokoo's expression softened at that. "I like you, Nika. But I'm not a girl, you know."
"I know that," Nikaido rushed to reassure.
"I'm not going to clean for you even if we start going out," Yokoo warned.
"That's okay," Nikaido said.
"And a real present would be fixing our bandmates' thick skulls..."
Briefly, Nikaido wondered if bashing two heads together would thin the bone within them at all. There was only one way to find out, right? Right. "Leave it to me, Wattaa," he grinned. "I'll see what I can do!"