俺、ハートの形は君だけしきかない(Ore, heart no katachi wa kimi dake shikanai) 01/01
Title: 俺、ハートの形は君だけしきかない(Ore, heart no katachi wa kimi dake shikanai)
Author:
faustusfaustine
Pairings: ToraxHiroto
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: No, PSC does not belong to me. T_T So does the Backstreet Boys
Warning: Fluff, and more fluff. Mentioned sex.
Summary: So what is the shape of your heart?
Notes: Well, the title of this story just means The Shape of My Heart is You. =D Not much notes here, just remember to enjoy reading~~ <333 Based a little on the Backstreet Boys' song, Shape of My Heart.
It was a normal day for band practice in the studio for alice nine. , everyone worked hard recording their parts of the demo tape.
“Ouff,” Hiroto made a soft sound as he landed on the red bean bag chair lying on the parquet floor of the studio, which he spent so much time in it that it was half his home already. Soon the bright red was stained to a darker one as it absorbed the perspiration of the brown haired guitarist.
It was break time now. All the band members seem to have left the band room, he guessed that Nao and Saga must have gone to find another cubicle, while Shou, he had no idea. However, all of that didn’t matter to the shorter man now, what seems to be important is the tall, dark haired guitarist slouching on the dark leather couch listening to his I-pod. A mischievous twinkle flashed in the younger man’s eyes as he stepped carefully towards Tora, trying his best not to make any sound to alert him.
Step by step, he finally reached his goal and tugged on the wire of the left earphone not too gently. Tora looked slightly alarmed by his actions, but his usual calm composure was recovered quickly as the younger man stuck his tongue at him childishly and placed the ear phone into his left ear.
“Tora-kun, I never knew you listened to Backstreet Boys!” Hiroto exclaimed.
“I need to break away sometimes,” the stoic guitarist answered simply.
Hiroto remembered the song title- Shape of My Heart. Something his sister used to listen a lot and it annoyed him endlessly. However, it seems that this is the only song he liked amongst all of them.
It seemed to be all the words he wished to tell him, especially this stanza:
I'm here with my confession
Got nothing to hide no more
I don't know where to start
But to show you the shape of my heart
He wondered what the shape of his heart was too, but he is worried; as he feared rejection from the one he loves since the day he saw him.
The day when he saw Tora.
He bit his lower lip a little as Tora seemed to move a little closer to him. Heat rose up to his face, as he turned his head slowly to see what the taller man was doing. His heart fluttered a little as he realized that Tora was asleep, soon enough, his head landed on Hiroto’s lap as the cushions can no longer support his weight. Now the brunette’s heart was beating against his chest, almost flying out if it went any faster and his breathing became erratic.
‘Get a hold of yourself, Hiroto!’ He yelled in his mind.
Suddenly his mind flashed an idea, a way of telling the older man about his feelings. Yes, he can tell it to Tora in his deep slumber, and when he wakes up, everything will be still go back to normal and no one gets hurt!
‘This is a perfect idea!’ Hiroto thought.
Hiroto took a deep breath to ready himself for his ‘confession’.
“From the first day I saw you, you didn’t seem to care about much, but I just liked you for what you are. I started the idea of punching each other’s arms, giving a lame excuse that it relax our arms, the truth is I want to get closer to you. When I see you from across the stage and seeing Saga getting cozy with you drive me mad, yet I know I have no right to oppose for you are not mine. So just to ask you, what is the shape of your heart?”
Hiroto smiled a little, letting out an almost silent laugh, feeling so glad that he has finally confessed something he has hidden in his heart for so long. He then run his fingers through the older man’s soft raven hair, and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, before leaving the studio for a can of cola.
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After recording resumed, Hiroto felt something was wrong with the older man, like he seemed cozier with everyone than usual. Shou, Nao and Saga seemed to welcome this change in Tora and at the same time exchanged knowing looks. Hiroto pouted slightly, what is that that he didn’t know of? He decided to concentrate more on his playing instead, since this was the last part of their demo tape and he didn’t want to screw it up.
He smiled slightly as Tora gave him an approving look at that bar he played, it was always nice to see him like this, so serious in his work, looking at Hiroto as if he was appraising him. This was the Tora he knew, the one he liked.
“WAAAA, we’re finally done!” Nao yelled, “Lets go, I need food.”
“Since when you don’t need food,” Saga smiled at him cheekily, causing a hard smack on his shapely butt.
Saga looked slightly offended, “Do you mind? There is a kid watching!”
“I heard that!” Hiroto shouted from the recording room.
Shou rolled his eyes, “no spanking in the studio, do all those kinky stuff at home.”
“Ha, says the one who made so much noise at The GazettE’s band room with Ruki and scarred Kai-kun for life!” Nao fought back.
Shou immediately turned beet red at the thought of that incident, Kai was just too motherly for his own good sometimes.
“Heyyy Hiropon, you are taking so long,” Nao whined as his stomach growled.
“It is alright, you guys can go first, I will catch up later,” Hiroto said as he fumbled with the wires.
“I think I will help Hiroto,” Tora said, “see you guys later.”
“Okay, byeee~~” The rest echoed as they left the room, closing the door.
Hiroto’s brown orbs widen as he realized that the only person left in the studio with him is Tora. He practically screamed in his mind, he couldn’t take another alone time with Tora again!
“Hey Hiroto-kun,” Tora said somewhat softly.
“Ye… Yes?” Hiroto stuttered a little, face turning redder by the second.
“Ore, heart no katachi wa kimi dake shikinai,” the older man said somewhat rushed.
Hiroto did a double take, not believing what Tora had just said.
‘Did he just say that the shape of his heart is me?’ Hiroto thought.
Now Hiroto’s mind was in a big mess, torn between believing what he had just heard and to believe that it was just all a very very sweet dream.
Taking advantage of Hiroto’s shocked state; Tora leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the younger man’s lips, his piercing slightly grazing against his. He then looked at Hiroto with his dark eyes, making Hiroto fall deeper and deeper into his gaze.
This time, both leaned in slowly for a slightly deeper kiss. Soon, Tora licked Hiroto’s lips begging for entrance and Hiroto obliged. Tora tasted of the sake he shared with Nao just now, the alcohol seemed to be so much more potent in his mouth as the younger man felt more and more lightheaded with each kiss, like he was drunk by merely kissing Tora. Tora liked the taste of Hiroto’s mouth, it tasted of apples and cola, sweet yet refreshing. He loved Hiroto’s kisses, capturing his lips with gentle strokes, yet there is enough intensity to show his passion in this kiss. He smiled slightly into the kiss and gently broke it.
Hiroto looked slightly flushed; his usual pout lips looked more swollen as usual. The older man brushed the brunette’s chin gently with his slender fingers, and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“Payback,” Tora grinned.
“So you knew it all the while,” Hiroto blushed.
“Of course, your voice was rather loud,” Tora smiled, “and don’t forget, I am a light sleeper.”
Suddenly the duo heard a crash coming from the entrance and all they saw were three nosy band members falling flat on the floor.
“Heehaw,” the three of them laughed, embarrassed.
Both of them decided that they were going to die of ultimate embarrassment as they blushed redder than beet.
Well, at least they were dying of ultimate embarrassment together.
And that's all that matters for now.
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Okay end of excessively fluffy story lols, I wrote this in request for
beayuu
Hahaha, happy now Beatrice? XDXD
In case people still do not get what is Tora saying in the story, he is just saying that the shape of his heart is Hiroto XD Just in case no one read the author's note LOLS or manage to infer the meaning from Hiroto's sentence later.
Author:
faustusfaustine
Pairings: ToraxHiroto
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: No, PSC does not belong to me. T_T So does the Backstreet Boys
Warning: Fluff, and more fluff. Mentioned sex.
Summary: So what is the shape of your heart?
Notes: Well, the title of this story just means The Shape of My Heart is You. =D Not much notes here, just remember to enjoy reading~~ <333 Based a little on the Backstreet Boys' song, Shape of My Heart.
It was a normal day for band practice in the studio for alice nine. , everyone worked hard recording their parts of the demo tape.
“Ouff,” Hiroto made a soft sound as he landed on the red bean bag chair lying on the parquet floor of the studio, which he spent so much time in it that it was half his home already. Soon the bright red was stained to a darker one as it absorbed the perspiration of the brown haired guitarist.
It was break time now. All the band members seem to have left the band room, he guessed that Nao and Saga must have gone to find another cubicle, while Shou, he had no idea. However, all of that didn’t matter to the shorter man now, what seems to be important is the tall, dark haired guitarist slouching on the dark leather couch listening to his I-pod. A mischievous twinkle flashed in the younger man’s eyes as he stepped carefully towards Tora, trying his best not to make any sound to alert him.
Step by step, he finally reached his goal and tugged on the wire of the left earphone not too gently. Tora looked slightly alarmed by his actions, but his usual calm composure was recovered quickly as the younger man stuck his tongue at him childishly and placed the ear phone into his left ear.
“Tora-kun, I never knew you listened to Backstreet Boys!” Hiroto exclaimed.
“I need to break away sometimes,” the stoic guitarist answered simply.
Hiroto remembered the song title- Shape of My Heart. Something his sister used to listen a lot and it annoyed him endlessly. However, it seems that this is the only song he liked amongst all of them.
It seemed to be all the words he wished to tell him, especially this stanza:
I'm here with my confession
Got nothing to hide no more
I don't know where to start
But to show you the shape of my heart
He wondered what the shape of his heart was too, but he is worried; as he feared rejection from the one he loves since the day he saw him.
The day when he saw Tora.
He bit his lower lip a little as Tora seemed to move a little closer to him. Heat rose up to his face, as he turned his head slowly to see what the taller man was doing. His heart fluttered a little as he realized that Tora was asleep, soon enough, his head landed on Hiroto’s lap as the cushions can no longer support his weight. Now the brunette’s heart was beating against his chest, almost flying out if it went any faster and his breathing became erratic.
‘Get a hold of yourself, Hiroto!’ He yelled in his mind.
Suddenly his mind flashed an idea, a way of telling the older man about his feelings. Yes, he can tell it to Tora in his deep slumber, and when he wakes up, everything will be still go back to normal and no one gets hurt!
‘This is a perfect idea!’ Hiroto thought.
Hiroto took a deep breath to ready himself for his ‘confession’.
“From the first day I saw you, you didn’t seem to care about much, but I just liked you for what you are. I started the idea of punching each other’s arms, giving a lame excuse that it relax our arms, the truth is I want to get closer to you. When I see you from across the stage and seeing Saga getting cozy with you drive me mad, yet I know I have no right to oppose for you are not mine. So just to ask you, what is the shape of your heart?”
Hiroto smiled a little, letting out an almost silent laugh, feeling so glad that he has finally confessed something he has hidden in his heart for so long. He then run his fingers through the older man’s soft raven hair, and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, before leaving the studio for a can of cola.
-------------------------------------------
After recording resumed, Hiroto felt something was wrong with the older man, like he seemed cozier with everyone than usual. Shou, Nao and Saga seemed to welcome this change in Tora and at the same time exchanged knowing looks. Hiroto pouted slightly, what is that that he didn’t know of? He decided to concentrate more on his playing instead, since this was the last part of their demo tape and he didn’t want to screw it up.
He smiled slightly as Tora gave him an approving look at that bar he played, it was always nice to see him like this, so serious in his work, looking at Hiroto as if he was appraising him. This was the Tora he knew, the one he liked.
“WAAAA, we’re finally done!” Nao yelled, “Lets go, I need food.”
“Since when you don’t need food,” Saga smiled at him cheekily, causing a hard smack on his shapely butt.
Saga looked slightly offended, “Do you mind? There is a kid watching!”
“I heard that!” Hiroto shouted from the recording room.
Shou rolled his eyes, “no spanking in the studio, do all those kinky stuff at home.”
“Ha, says the one who made so much noise at The GazettE’s band room with Ruki and scarred Kai-kun for life!” Nao fought back.
Shou immediately turned beet red at the thought of that incident, Kai was just too motherly for his own good sometimes.
“Heyyy Hiropon, you are taking so long,” Nao whined as his stomach growled.
“It is alright, you guys can go first, I will catch up later,” Hiroto said as he fumbled with the wires.
“I think I will help Hiroto,” Tora said, “see you guys later.”
“Okay, byeee~~” The rest echoed as they left the room, closing the door.
Hiroto’s brown orbs widen as he realized that the only person left in the studio with him is Tora. He practically screamed in his mind, he couldn’t take another alone time with Tora again!
“Hey Hiroto-kun,” Tora said somewhat softly.
“Ye… Yes?” Hiroto stuttered a little, face turning redder by the second.
“Ore, heart no katachi wa kimi dake shikinai,” the older man said somewhat rushed.
Hiroto did a double take, not believing what Tora had just said.
‘Did he just say that the shape of his heart is me?’ Hiroto thought.
Now Hiroto’s mind was in a big mess, torn between believing what he had just heard and to believe that it was just all a very very sweet dream.
Taking advantage of Hiroto’s shocked state; Tora leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the younger man’s lips, his piercing slightly grazing against his. He then looked at Hiroto with his dark eyes, making Hiroto fall deeper and deeper into his gaze.
This time, both leaned in slowly for a slightly deeper kiss. Soon, Tora licked Hiroto’s lips begging for entrance and Hiroto obliged. Tora tasted of the sake he shared with Nao just now, the alcohol seemed to be so much more potent in his mouth as the younger man felt more and more lightheaded with each kiss, like he was drunk by merely kissing Tora. Tora liked the taste of Hiroto’s mouth, it tasted of apples and cola, sweet yet refreshing. He loved Hiroto’s kisses, capturing his lips with gentle strokes, yet there is enough intensity to show his passion in this kiss. He smiled slightly into the kiss and gently broke it.
Hiroto looked slightly flushed; his usual pout lips looked more swollen as usual. The older man brushed the brunette’s chin gently with his slender fingers, and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“Payback,” Tora grinned.
“So you knew it all the while,” Hiroto blushed.
“Of course, your voice was rather loud,” Tora smiled, “and don’t forget, I am a light sleeper.”
Suddenly the duo heard a crash coming from the entrance and all they saw were three nosy band members falling flat on the floor.
“Heehaw,” the three of them laughed, embarrassed.
Both of them decided that they were going to die of ultimate embarrassment as they blushed redder than beet.
Well, at least they were dying of ultimate embarrassment together.
And that's all that matters for now.
-----------------------------
Okay end of excessively fluffy story lols, I wrote this in request for
beayuu
Hahaha, happy now Beatrice? XDXD
In case people still do not get what is Tora saying in the story, he is just saying that the shape of his heart is Hiroto XD Just in case no one read the author's note LOLS or manage to infer the meaning from Hiroto's sentence later.