MomoRyo Oneshot: Short Skirts
This was supposed to be an omake for one of my fics, but it kind of changed into whatever this is. ^^;; I feel like it's a little rushed, and I'm pretty sure it ends too abruptly, but I've been sitting on it for months so I figured I'd put it up here and just get it out of my hair. ^^;
Short Skirts
“No.”
Fuji-sempai looks nothing if not positively demonic. “But Echizen-kun, if you really want to find out, what better way is there?”
“No,” I repeat, with more force this time, but the look on his face doesn’t waver in the least, and how am I supposed to argue against Fuji-sempai? It’s a losing battle, and I know it.
And that’s why I find myself, two days later, sitting in Fuji-sempai’s room with Kikumaru-sempai there to ‘keep an eye on me’ until Fuji returns with ‘some things for me to try on.’ I don’t want to know. But the problem is, I already do know. I know what they’re planning, because they’ve all but told me, and it sure as hell isn’t going to work.
And besides. If it does work and gets me close enough to Momo for… anything, he’s going to notice and I’m going to kill something. Probably myself. Unless I can get to Fuji or Kikumaru first.
Before I can decide exactly how I should kill the first person I’ll get my hands onto, the door swings open and Fuji-sempai returns, a heap of fabric in his arms. He shuts the door deftly with one foot before proceeding into the room. “These are some of Yumiko’s old things, from when she was in middle school, so they ought to fit you, Echizen,” he says congenially, like he’s asking me to try on… well. Anything but his sister’s old clothes.
He holds up something, and I blink, wondering if it’s supposed to be a skirt, or what, because it’s sure… short. Girls actually wear that stuff? I couldn’t care less, really - for all that they’re usually following me in a mob, I can’t say I’ve ever really looked much at what the girls in my class (or any other) are wearing. But if they wear stuff like that… well. It’s all the more reason to stick with guys. Geez.
But now Fuji’s practically waving the skirt-thing in my face; it’s yellow and tan and white, pleated, and not far behind it comes a tan and white top, tight-fitting and probably isn’t going to cover all the way down my stomach.
… Oh, hell. That’s probably the point.
“I am not wearing this stuff, Fuji-sempai,” I say, trying to push it out of my face, but Kikumaru’s already tugging my jacket off and Fuji steals my hat and after ten minutes of who-knows-what (I certainly don’t), they’ve both got me by one arm and I’m standing in front of a mirror and holy shit there is no way I’m walking outside like this.
“Hmm… Echizen-kun, your stomach is going to give you away,” Fuji hums, glancing at what’s showing beneath the hem of the shirt but above the waist of the skirt. What, like I can help it if my stomach doesn’t look like a girl’s? I send him a rather smug glare - maybe his plan isn’t going to work, after all - but then there’s a flurry of hands and curses and next time I look, I’m wearing a yellow top that’s still tight but at least it covers all of my skin, this time, except for a few millimeters of tan showing between my top and bottom, and apparently that’s good enough this time, because they spin me around and hell no, is that makeup Fuji’s holding?
Please. I’d like to die. Right. Now.
* * *
“Now Echizen, this isn’t hard. Eiji’s already called Momo; he’s going to meet you behind the gym. All you have to do is show up. You can do that, right? Echizen.” The way Fuji says my name, no, there’s no way in hell I can refuse. For all that I’d like to die right now… torture’s not one of them. And I can practically hear the threat of torture hanging just behind Fuji-sempai’s tone. No, I guess that’s not an option. Shit. I don’t want to do this.
“Whatever,” I say, dully, but Fuji-sempai shakes his head.
“No, no, your voice is too low. You need to pitch it a little higher, Echizen-kun~” he says, doing so as a demonstration. But I’m not going to do that, and the glare I give him tells him so quite clearly. He sighs, like he’s the one who’s so put out, and shakes his head a little. “You’ll never learn to seduce anyone if you don’t try, Echizen,” he chides, but whatever, at least he’s not making me practice for him or something.
“Well, it’s almost time - don’t want to be late!” Fuji says after a moment, taking me by the hand and pulling me gently out the door and down the street, towards the school. It’s dark outside - probably the only way they could think of to convince Momo I really was a girl - he’d never believe I was in full light, not even with all this getup. My hair’s up in… pigtail things, not all of it, but enough, and they bounce along strangely with every step I take. It feels weird. I don’t like this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t care anymore. Let him cheat.
But it’s too late now; before I know it we’re at school and Fuji stops at the gate. “Now, you go on ahead, Echizen-kun,” he says, giving me a little push. “And don’t worry; I’ll be close by.” I’m not sure if that’s meant to be a reassurance or a threat. Somehow I think it’s the latter, the way his voice has gone low, and suddenly I wonder… shit. He probably has a camera.
I hate my life.
But there’s nothing for it, I can’t escape from Fuji-sempai (not even if I left the country again), and so I walk slowly towards the gym, feeling stupid, feeling annoyed, feeling anything but happy until I turn the corner and there’s a figure leaning against the wall, and it’s Momo.
I freeze - this really isn’t going to work, this is stupid, this is insane, this is -
“Hey.”
… The tone of Momo’s voice is… soft. Different - I’ve never heard him like that before, he never speaks to me that way, is this how he speaks to girls? Why doesn’t he speak to me like that?
“… Hey,” I reply, and it wasn’t even intentional but my voice was higher, I swear, it’s the fear, the stupidity, this is stupid -
“So you’re in Eiji-sempai’s class? He said you wanted to meet me.”
He did, did he? Well he was wrong, I don’t, I didn’t, so why the hell is my heart fluttering as Momo takes a few steps towards me in the evening air, why am I rooted to the spot, why don’t I just leave?
“Heh, you’re kinda short for a third-year, aren’t you?” he asks, and I realize he’s standing just in front of me, and he must have seem the look on my face because he laughs and goes on before I can reply. “It’s all right, though - didn’t mean to offend you, “he says, and then his voice drops and he says, “In fact, I like short girls.”
What the fuck. I don’t care what kind of girl he likes - I hate this, hate it so much, I feel like I’m going to explode, but I guess he really can’t see me too well because he doesn’t seem to sense the imminent danger, and -
And suddenly something snaps.
Well. I’m already here. Fuji-sempai and Eiji-sempai weren’t… wrong, really. I like Momo. I mean, I’d like to know what it’s like to kiss him. To have him kiss me. To have my back up against the wall, just like I saw him doing with some girl behind the clubhouse a couple months ago. I wondered then what it would take to get him to notice me. But I never did anything about it.
Maybe now’s my chance. Even if I still hate wearing this goddamned stupid skirt.
… Except I don’t really know how to be a girl. Fuck.
Well, I’ve gotta start somewhere. Intentionally this time, I pitch my voice just a little higher, but leave it low, and quiet. “So you could like me?” I feel stupid asking the question - I’m fake, I’m a fake girl, what truth could there be in his answer? But there it is, hanging in the air, and I’m not going to look away, even if I can feel my cheeks grow hot in response to my own stupidity.
Momo chuckles - chuckles - at that, though, so maybe it wasn’t entirely stupid. At least, that didn’t sound like the way he laughs when I say something that is stupid. “You seem nice,” he says, and I wonder how he could know that, considering we technically just met a few minutes ago. Maybe it’s just a standard response. Maybe girls fall for that sort of stuff. Am I supposed to fall for that sort of thing? I don’t know.
“I am nice,” I reply, barely remembering at the last moment to keep my voice high. But I guess it must have been all right, because he laughs again, and takes a step closer.
“I believe you,” he says. Then, after a pause, “You’re cute.”
Now I really have to wonder about his sense of cute. Or maybe his sense of sight. Or maybe even his sense of… well, anything - I mean, it’s dark outside and he can’t really see me and… well, whatever. Why am I looking a gift horse in the mouth? This is what I wanted (well, essentially)… right?
So I might as well go for it. Pitching my voice higher again, I tilt my head a little (girls do that a lot, I think) and ask, “Well, aren’t you going to kiss me?” I stand up a little straighter, clasping my hands behind my back, and trying to look hopeful. Looking hopeful is hard when you want to explode, trust me, but somehow I must’ve managed it all right because he laughs, a deep, throaty laugh that sets me on edge and makes me remember why I actually let my sempai do this to me, for a chance to hear this.
“You’re fast, aren’t you?” he asks, but he takes a step closer, until I can feel the heat radiating off of him, even in the dark, and he bends down to look at me with dark eyes. “But I don’t mind.”
His lips are much softer than I’d have thought, and the kiss is sweeter, more gentle, but even though it’s… nice, I can tell there’s not much feeling behind it. Which has to make me wonder - if he’s willing to kiss some girl that he’s just met a few minutes ago, why doesn’t he actually put any effort into it? Or can girls just not tell - do they not care, as long as you put your mouth over theirs?
He pulls back a little, blinking a moment, and I wonder then if he can tell, if maybe I don’t kiss right for a girl or whatever, but that’s not important because now it’s time to make my move. I sling my arms around his neck and before he’s gotten very far I pull him back into another kiss, open-mouthed and hard, while I try to swing us around, get my back to the wall because he does that with all the girls because I got him to kiss me and now I want to know what’s next.
It’s obvious I’ve surprised him, but after a few seconds he goes with it, stumbling as I pull him and my back hits the wall and I keep kissing him, breathless, until he pulls away and blinks at me with sudden recognition and oh shit I think I’ve been caught.
I want to run - to squirm out of his grasp now and run away, because he knows, he knows, as he stands there over me but now he’s got me trapped and he blinks a few more times before his mouth pulls into a frown and he asks, “Echizen?”
I scowl and shove at his chest and he actually stumbles a few paces back but I don’t run, can’t run, I’m rooted to the spot and ashamed and all I can say is, “Fuji-sempai an’ Eiji-sempai made me wear this.”
Momo’s mouth hangs open a little. “Fuji…” He stares a moment more, before his face twists into a scowl of its own. “Aw, shit,” he says, but he doesn’t leave, doesn’t say anything else.
“Well it’s not like you were gonna pay attention to me otherwise,” I say, words like venom, because really, maybe I didn’t try hard enough, or something like that, but he shouldn’t need to be told, doesn’t he get it? I don’t care if this was all Fuji and Eiji’s idea, because right now and right here all I can think about is how Momo-sempai is so stupid that he couldn’t see anything before I got myself into this mess. “Why d’you wanna go around kissing all those stupid girls anyway.” The rest of the sentence catches in my throat, the part where I say, You’ve got me. Why do you need them?
Momo’s just staring at me, and I wonder if maybe I didn’t just completely blow it. You know, moreso than standing here, having tried to pull him on top of me and wearing a goddamned skirt and all. And it’s all I can do to keep watching him, watching his stupid blank face with that stupid blank expression and he’s never going to get it, is he.
I sigh and finally push away from the wall, circumnavigating my stupid-ass sempai who’s still just staring at me like I grew another head and heading back the way I came. This is pointless. I don’t want to be here any longer. I’m just going to go home and pretend this never happened because Momo-sempai will probably forget tomorrow, and then I’m going to start plotting how I’m going to kill -
“Hey - Echizen.” A hand grabs me around the wrist, effectively halting my forward progress, and before I know it, Momo’s iron grip has me swung around and I’m against the wall again, right back where I was before, blinking up at him because what the hell does he think he’s doing? “Wait.” He leans over me, just as close as he was before, but his face is different. He doesn’t look confused anymore. But now that’s confusing me. I open my mouth to ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but the words don’t get a chance to come out.
“You know, you look… really good in that,” he says, and his lips cover mine again, only the kiss is different this time - more… intense. More like he means it. And I probably blink stupidly for at least five seconds before my brain kicks back into gear, and like hell I’m not going to return something like that for all it’s worth. And after a minute I feel Momo chuckle against my mouth, and his hand brushes over the bare skin of my thigh, and I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, girls might have the right idea, every once in a while, to wear skirts that are this short.
But I’m still going to have to kill some sempai tomorrow.
Short Skirts
“No.”
Fuji-sempai looks nothing if not positively demonic. “But Echizen-kun, if you really want to find out, what better way is there?”
“No,” I repeat, with more force this time, but the look on his face doesn’t waver in the least, and how am I supposed to argue against Fuji-sempai? It’s a losing battle, and I know it.
And that’s why I find myself, two days later, sitting in Fuji-sempai’s room with Kikumaru-sempai there to ‘keep an eye on me’ until Fuji returns with ‘some things for me to try on.’ I don’t want to know. But the problem is, I already do know. I know what they’re planning, because they’ve all but told me, and it sure as hell isn’t going to work.
And besides. If it does work and gets me close enough to Momo for… anything, he’s going to notice and I’m going to kill something. Probably myself. Unless I can get to Fuji or Kikumaru first.
Before I can decide exactly how I should kill the first person I’ll get my hands onto, the door swings open and Fuji-sempai returns, a heap of fabric in his arms. He shuts the door deftly with one foot before proceeding into the room. “These are some of Yumiko’s old things, from when she was in middle school, so they ought to fit you, Echizen,” he says congenially, like he’s asking me to try on… well. Anything but his sister’s old clothes.
He holds up something, and I blink, wondering if it’s supposed to be a skirt, or what, because it’s sure… short. Girls actually wear that stuff? I couldn’t care less, really - for all that they’re usually following me in a mob, I can’t say I’ve ever really looked much at what the girls in my class (or any other) are wearing. But if they wear stuff like that… well. It’s all the more reason to stick with guys. Geez.
But now Fuji’s practically waving the skirt-thing in my face; it’s yellow and tan and white, pleated, and not far behind it comes a tan and white top, tight-fitting and probably isn’t going to cover all the way down my stomach.
… Oh, hell. That’s probably the point.
“I am not wearing this stuff, Fuji-sempai,” I say, trying to push it out of my face, but Kikumaru’s already tugging my jacket off and Fuji steals my hat and after ten minutes of who-knows-what (I certainly don’t), they’ve both got me by one arm and I’m standing in front of a mirror and holy shit there is no way I’m walking outside like this.
“Hmm… Echizen-kun, your stomach is going to give you away,” Fuji hums, glancing at what’s showing beneath the hem of the shirt but above the waist of the skirt. What, like I can help it if my stomach doesn’t look like a girl’s? I send him a rather smug glare - maybe his plan isn’t going to work, after all - but then there’s a flurry of hands and curses and next time I look, I’m wearing a yellow top that’s still tight but at least it covers all of my skin, this time, except for a few millimeters of tan showing between my top and bottom, and apparently that’s good enough this time, because they spin me around and hell no, is that makeup Fuji’s holding?
Please. I’d like to die. Right. Now.
* * *
“Now Echizen, this isn’t hard. Eiji’s already called Momo; he’s going to meet you behind the gym. All you have to do is show up. You can do that, right? Echizen.” The way Fuji says my name, no, there’s no way in hell I can refuse. For all that I’d like to die right now… torture’s not one of them. And I can practically hear the threat of torture hanging just behind Fuji-sempai’s tone. No, I guess that’s not an option. Shit. I don’t want to do this.
“Whatever,” I say, dully, but Fuji-sempai shakes his head.
“No, no, your voice is too low. You need to pitch it a little higher, Echizen-kun~” he says, doing so as a demonstration. But I’m not going to do that, and the glare I give him tells him so quite clearly. He sighs, like he’s the one who’s so put out, and shakes his head a little. “You’ll never learn to seduce anyone if you don’t try, Echizen,” he chides, but whatever, at least he’s not making me practice for him or something.
“Well, it’s almost time - don’t want to be late!” Fuji says after a moment, taking me by the hand and pulling me gently out the door and down the street, towards the school. It’s dark outside - probably the only way they could think of to convince Momo I really was a girl - he’d never believe I was in full light, not even with all this getup. My hair’s up in… pigtail things, not all of it, but enough, and they bounce along strangely with every step I take. It feels weird. I don’t like this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t care anymore. Let him cheat.
But it’s too late now; before I know it we’re at school and Fuji stops at the gate. “Now, you go on ahead, Echizen-kun,” he says, giving me a little push. “And don’t worry; I’ll be close by.” I’m not sure if that’s meant to be a reassurance or a threat. Somehow I think it’s the latter, the way his voice has gone low, and suddenly I wonder… shit. He probably has a camera.
I hate my life.
But there’s nothing for it, I can’t escape from Fuji-sempai (not even if I left the country again), and so I walk slowly towards the gym, feeling stupid, feeling annoyed, feeling anything but happy until I turn the corner and there’s a figure leaning against the wall, and it’s Momo.
I freeze - this really isn’t going to work, this is stupid, this is insane, this is -
“Hey.”
… The tone of Momo’s voice is… soft. Different - I’ve never heard him like that before, he never speaks to me that way, is this how he speaks to girls? Why doesn’t he speak to me like that?
“… Hey,” I reply, and it wasn’t even intentional but my voice was higher, I swear, it’s the fear, the stupidity, this is stupid -
“So you’re in Eiji-sempai’s class? He said you wanted to meet me.”
He did, did he? Well he was wrong, I don’t, I didn’t, so why the hell is my heart fluttering as Momo takes a few steps towards me in the evening air, why am I rooted to the spot, why don’t I just leave?
“Heh, you’re kinda short for a third-year, aren’t you?” he asks, and I realize he’s standing just in front of me, and he must have seem the look on my face because he laughs and goes on before I can reply. “It’s all right, though - didn’t mean to offend you, “he says, and then his voice drops and he says, “In fact, I like short girls.”
What the fuck. I don’t care what kind of girl he likes - I hate this, hate it so much, I feel like I’m going to explode, but I guess he really can’t see me too well because he doesn’t seem to sense the imminent danger, and -
And suddenly something snaps.
Well. I’m already here. Fuji-sempai and Eiji-sempai weren’t… wrong, really. I like Momo. I mean, I’d like to know what it’s like to kiss him. To have him kiss me. To have my back up against the wall, just like I saw him doing with some girl behind the clubhouse a couple months ago. I wondered then what it would take to get him to notice me. But I never did anything about it.
Maybe now’s my chance. Even if I still hate wearing this goddamned stupid skirt.
… Except I don’t really know how to be a girl. Fuck.
Well, I’ve gotta start somewhere. Intentionally this time, I pitch my voice just a little higher, but leave it low, and quiet. “So you could like me?” I feel stupid asking the question - I’m fake, I’m a fake girl, what truth could there be in his answer? But there it is, hanging in the air, and I’m not going to look away, even if I can feel my cheeks grow hot in response to my own stupidity.
Momo chuckles - chuckles - at that, though, so maybe it wasn’t entirely stupid. At least, that didn’t sound like the way he laughs when I say something that is stupid. “You seem nice,” he says, and I wonder how he could know that, considering we technically just met a few minutes ago. Maybe it’s just a standard response. Maybe girls fall for that sort of stuff. Am I supposed to fall for that sort of thing? I don’t know.
“I am nice,” I reply, barely remembering at the last moment to keep my voice high. But I guess it must have been all right, because he laughs again, and takes a step closer.
“I believe you,” he says. Then, after a pause, “You’re cute.”
Now I really have to wonder about his sense of cute. Or maybe his sense of sight. Or maybe even his sense of… well, anything - I mean, it’s dark outside and he can’t really see me and… well, whatever. Why am I looking a gift horse in the mouth? This is what I wanted (well, essentially)… right?
So I might as well go for it. Pitching my voice higher again, I tilt my head a little (girls do that a lot, I think) and ask, “Well, aren’t you going to kiss me?” I stand up a little straighter, clasping my hands behind my back, and trying to look hopeful. Looking hopeful is hard when you want to explode, trust me, but somehow I must’ve managed it all right because he laughs, a deep, throaty laugh that sets me on edge and makes me remember why I actually let my sempai do this to me, for a chance to hear this.
“You’re fast, aren’t you?” he asks, but he takes a step closer, until I can feel the heat radiating off of him, even in the dark, and he bends down to look at me with dark eyes. “But I don’t mind.”
His lips are much softer than I’d have thought, and the kiss is sweeter, more gentle, but even though it’s… nice, I can tell there’s not much feeling behind it. Which has to make me wonder - if he’s willing to kiss some girl that he’s just met a few minutes ago, why doesn’t he actually put any effort into it? Or can girls just not tell - do they not care, as long as you put your mouth over theirs?
He pulls back a little, blinking a moment, and I wonder then if he can tell, if maybe I don’t kiss right for a girl or whatever, but that’s not important because now it’s time to make my move. I sling my arms around his neck and before he’s gotten very far I pull him back into another kiss, open-mouthed and hard, while I try to swing us around, get my back to the wall because he does that with all the girls because I got him to kiss me and now I want to know what’s next.
It’s obvious I’ve surprised him, but after a few seconds he goes with it, stumbling as I pull him and my back hits the wall and I keep kissing him, breathless, until he pulls away and blinks at me with sudden recognition and oh shit I think I’ve been caught.
I want to run - to squirm out of his grasp now and run away, because he knows, he knows, as he stands there over me but now he’s got me trapped and he blinks a few more times before his mouth pulls into a frown and he asks, “Echizen?”
I scowl and shove at his chest and he actually stumbles a few paces back but I don’t run, can’t run, I’m rooted to the spot and ashamed and all I can say is, “Fuji-sempai an’ Eiji-sempai made me wear this.”
Momo’s mouth hangs open a little. “Fuji…” He stares a moment more, before his face twists into a scowl of its own. “Aw, shit,” he says, but he doesn’t leave, doesn’t say anything else.
“Well it’s not like you were gonna pay attention to me otherwise,” I say, words like venom, because really, maybe I didn’t try hard enough, or something like that, but he shouldn’t need to be told, doesn’t he get it? I don’t care if this was all Fuji and Eiji’s idea, because right now and right here all I can think about is how Momo-sempai is so stupid that he couldn’t see anything before I got myself into this mess. “Why d’you wanna go around kissing all those stupid girls anyway.” The rest of the sentence catches in my throat, the part where I say, You’ve got me. Why do you need them?
Momo’s just staring at me, and I wonder if maybe I didn’t just completely blow it. You know, moreso than standing here, having tried to pull him on top of me and wearing a goddamned skirt and all. And it’s all I can do to keep watching him, watching his stupid blank face with that stupid blank expression and he’s never going to get it, is he.
I sigh and finally push away from the wall, circumnavigating my stupid-ass sempai who’s still just staring at me like I grew another head and heading back the way I came. This is pointless. I don’t want to be here any longer. I’m just going to go home and pretend this never happened because Momo-sempai will probably forget tomorrow, and then I’m going to start plotting how I’m going to kill -
“Hey - Echizen.” A hand grabs me around the wrist, effectively halting my forward progress, and before I know it, Momo’s iron grip has me swung around and I’m against the wall again, right back where I was before, blinking up at him because what the hell does he think he’s doing? “Wait.” He leans over me, just as close as he was before, but his face is different. He doesn’t look confused anymore. But now that’s confusing me. I open my mouth to ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but the words don’t get a chance to come out.
“You know, you look… really good in that,” he says, and his lips cover mine again, only the kiss is different this time - more… intense. More like he means it. And I probably blink stupidly for at least five seconds before my brain kicks back into gear, and like hell I’m not going to return something like that for all it’s worth. And after a minute I feel Momo chuckle against my mouth, and his hand brushes over the bare skin of my thigh, and I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, girls might have the right idea, every once in a while, to wear skirts that are this short.
But I’m still going to have to kill some sempai tomorrow.