♤ You don't have to be lonely. (Sunrise, 1/?)
Title: You don't have to be lonely.
Group: V6, Kishidan. (yep I went there)
Pairing: Inocchi/Show.
Rating: PG solely because of curse words.
Warning: AU, crossover, ridiculous as fuck plot and characterization.
Summary: High school student Ayanokoji Sho is away from his hometown, his friends, his family and his sense of security. One day, he meets his neighbor (despite having been his neighbor for quite a while already).
N/A: Trust me to go into spontaneous 4-months-long hiatus, then come up with a 1k-words-long fic for a series no one will care nor should care about. Except for myself (and that's what matters). Also the characterization in this might or might not be plainly terrible.
Show hates to think that he’s unpopular at school but, sometimes, he simply can’t deny the fact to himself any further. It hits him after he overhears the girl he has liked for a while now, who he has yet to confess to, talking to her friends in the hallway. Kenichi told me Ayanokoji likes you, one of the friends had said, and Show’s heart had momentarily stopped, only to start pounding as hard as it could just a second later. Who? Ayanokoji from our class? A small pause and a sudden burst of giggles. Show is confused. What are you saying? Haruna-chan, Show’s crush says. Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
It’s not the first time he’s had a heartbreak, but this time he doesn’t have his mother to ask what happened with a worried face, he doesn’t have stupid Yukki and Hikaru to support him and make him feel better about it, he’s all alone in a town he doesn’t even like and returning to an empty 4D apartment is one of the most depressing things a person could do. Adding that to a heartbreak is way too much.
It’s not just the girls, either. None of the boys talk to him. No one fucking talks to him in school, it’s like he’s not even there. He’s like a tanuki statue listening to punk music in the left corner of the classroom, away from the window, away from any other kind of distraction. What was he even doing in Tokyo? College wasn’t fit for him. Nor was that school, nor the stupid cram school he had to attend at night because his mother insisted to. Ah, what a load of shit. He just wished he could go back to Kisarazu.
His manager scolds him at work and expels him from the cashier, telling him to go restock the shelves instead. He says Show should man up and stop making a sour face when he should be smiling and welcoming the clients. Show says nothing, because he knows that if he even opens his mouth, he’ll be jobless before he can spell “whatever”. Well at least he can be all grumpy by himself while stocking the shelves - is what he was thinking right before a customer stop beside him to pick some fresh vegetables. Out of choices, Show straightens his back and pretends to be very concentrated in the art of picking lettuce out of a cart and arranging it beautifully on the display boxes - except he just looks silly, because he’s not fully aware of what facial expression he was making anymore.
Show steals a glance at the customer - and suffers from a sudden scare when he finds the man glancing back.
“How are you, Ayanokoji-kun?” the man is clearly older than him, though probably not by much - he seems to be in his early twenties. Show blinks twice because how does he know my name…? and then he remembers he wears a goddamn nameplate at work.
“I’m fine!” his voice sounds rather ridiculous. “… but not as fine as these lettuces! Look, aren’t them a beauty?”
The man laughs amusedly, and Show gets somehow angry because it almost feels like the stranger is laughing at him - but his laugh is so honest he can’t bring himself to be fully angry. “Yes, they are! I guess I’ll be taking some after all…”
Show steps to the side in order to give the stranger room to pick his lettuces, analyzing him silently. There’s nothing in his basket other than vegetables. How can anyone make a meal out of that… also, what’s with those clothes? It’s like he’s walking around on his pyjamas or something. His T-shirt was wrinkled much beyond the socially-accepted, and his jacket just looked… old and matte. Uncool dude.
“Ah, well, I’m going to the cashier now,” the man said after picking a great amount of green stuff. Then, in an unexpected move - he patted Show on the head. Like a goddamn puppy. “Take care, okay? You don’t seem as energetic as always, so cheer up a bit!”
And Show swears he was half a second away from snapping at the weirdo when he walked away. That’s… just… the worst fucking day.
Show’s ill mood is pretty dampened after he comes back home from cram school; he’s more tired than upset. After all, he had gone the whole day without an actual rest. His life had been like that since spring, when he had moved to the metropolis of Tokyo in order to seek for better education, college entrance, yadda yadda. The price he had to pay was high but, well - and he’d chin up almost involuntarily - he was a man, right? There was no way he was going to back out after two months. That would be ridiculous.
Still, he accepts his state of defeat for the night. Dumped by his crush, scolded at work, scolded at cram school, ignored by classmates - not to forget that sleazy weirdo. Show clicked his tongue. He was still rather annoyed at how informally that guy had treated him. They didn’t even know each other!! Show ruffled his own hair furiously, as if (quite belatedly) batting away the guy’s hand from his head.
The neighborhood of Show’s apartment complex is very lively. As Show climbs up the stairs, he can hear children playing in the back, some housewives talking about a new TV drama - “Even though he’s terrible, he has some kind of charm to him…” - a girl chatting lively with her boyfriend - “But do you think I’d look cute in that?” “You already look cute on your own.” “Oi! Answer me!” - two men stuck in an apparent dilemma - “I told you it’s okay, I can cook my own food, you know.” - and, somewhere, pop music blasting. So noisy. Show smiled a little. The noise was one of the things that made his stay in Tokyo more tolerable. He hated silence from the bottom of his heart.
“Ayanokoji-kun!” Show looked up from his front door with a rather confused look. Someone (who was not the landlady) around there knew his name? Then his confusion turned into horror as he got a full look of the sleazy weirdo coming toward him. “You’re back early today, aren’t you?”
Are you fucking stalking me? is what he wants to say, but instead he says, “um, no… that’s the time I usually get here,” which is a painful mistake because why is he giving the stalker more info?!
“Oh… I guess I’m the one running early today then,” the stranger smiles widely, carrying across his shoulder a duffel bag that looks like it weights a ton. “Are you feeling better now? You seemed really blue today at the supermarket.”
“Ah, um, of course,” Show is honestly creeped out. “Excuse me… how do you know where I live?”
The stranger furrows his eyebrows. “Eh?” he lets out surprisedly before laughing. This time, Show is fully angry. “Well, how could I not know? I’m your next-door neighbor!”
He points to the door immediately to the right to Show’s. Apartment 101. The stranger jingles his keys for emphasis, and it looks like he’s making fun of Show even further.
“R-right…” it’s taking all of the high-schooler’s will not to do something brash. “I guess we didn’t have proper introductions. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I got your name from Tagawa-san,” Tagawa-san was the landlady. “I’m Inocchi. Well, my name is actually Inohara, but everyone calls me Inocchi so you should too.”
“Of course,” Show is dreaming of a bath and a meal. “I’m Ayanokoji Show. Nice to meet you.”
“Eeeh, you’re so polite! That’s so cool,” Inocchi is a damn annoying man. “Any time you need me, you can just call me, okay? I’ll be your make-do older brother from now on.”
“Ah, right. Thank you. Um, sure, if I ever need you,” Show’s unlocking his door already. “So, I’ll be off. Bye bye. See you around.”
“Bye bye~” Inocchi singsongs, waving and smiling brightly.
Show is in fact so pissed off at being looked down at by his badly-dressed, random-ass neighbor that the fact that Inocchi was the first one in months to ask him how he was goes unnoticed.
Group: V6, Kishidan. (yep I went there)
Pairing: Inocchi/Show.
Rating: PG solely because of curse words.
Warning: AU, crossover, ridiculous as fuck plot and characterization.
Summary: High school student Ayanokoji Sho is away from his hometown, his friends, his family and his sense of security. One day, he meets his neighbor (despite having been his neighbor for quite a while already).
N/A: Trust me to go into spontaneous 4-months-long hiatus, then come up with a 1k-words-long fic for a series no one will care nor should care about. Except for myself (and that's what matters). Also the characterization in this might or might not be plainly terrible.
Show hates to think that he’s unpopular at school but, sometimes, he simply can’t deny the fact to himself any further. It hits him after he overhears the girl he has liked for a while now, who he has yet to confess to, talking to her friends in the hallway. Kenichi told me Ayanokoji likes you, one of the friends had said, and Show’s heart had momentarily stopped, only to start pounding as hard as it could just a second later. Who? Ayanokoji from our class? A small pause and a sudden burst of giggles. Show is confused. What are you saying? Haruna-chan, Show’s crush says. Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
It’s not the first time he’s had a heartbreak, but this time he doesn’t have his mother to ask what happened with a worried face, he doesn’t have stupid Yukki and Hikaru to support him and make him feel better about it, he’s all alone in a town he doesn’t even like and returning to an empty 4D apartment is one of the most depressing things a person could do. Adding that to a heartbreak is way too much.
It’s not just the girls, either. None of the boys talk to him. No one fucking talks to him in school, it’s like he’s not even there. He’s like a tanuki statue listening to punk music in the left corner of the classroom, away from the window, away from any other kind of distraction. What was he even doing in Tokyo? College wasn’t fit for him. Nor was that school, nor the stupid cram school he had to attend at night because his mother insisted to. Ah, what a load of shit. He just wished he could go back to Kisarazu.
His manager scolds him at work and expels him from the cashier, telling him to go restock the shelves instead. He says Show should man up and stop making a sour face when he should be smiling and welcoming the clients. Show says nothing, because he knows that if he even opens his mouth, he’ll be jobless before he can spell “whatever”. Well at least he can be all grumpy by himself while stocking the shelves - is what he was thinking right before a customer stop beside him to pick some fresh vegetables. Out of choices, Show straightens his back and pretends to be very concentrated in the art of picking lettuce out of a cart and arranging it beautifully on the display boxes - except he just looks silly, because he’s not fully aware of what facial expression he was making anymore.
Show steals a glance at the customer - and suffers from a sudden scare when he finds the man glancing back.
“How are you, Ayanokoji-kun?” the man is clearly older than him, though probably not by much - he seems to be in his early twenties. Show blinks twice because how does he know my name…? and then he remembers he wears a goddamn nameplate at work.
“I’m fine!” his voice sounds rather ridiculous. “… but not as fine as these lettuces! Look, aren’t them a beauty?”
The man laughs amusedly, and Show gets somehow angry because it almost feels like the stranger is laughing at him - but his laugh is so honest he can’t bring himself to be fully angry. “Yes, they are! I guess I’ll be taking some after all…”
Show steps to the side in order to give the stranger room to pick his lettuces, analyzing him silently. There’s nothing in his basket other than vegetables. How can anyone make a meal out of that… also, what’s with those clothes? It’s like he’s walking around on his pyjamas or something. His T-shirt was wrinkled much beyond the socially-accepted, and his jacket just looked… old and matte. Uncool dude.
“Ah, well, I’m going to the cashier now,” the man said after picking a great amount of green stuff. Then, in an unexpected move - he patted Show on the head. Like a goddamn puppy. “Take care, okay? You don’t seem as energetic as always, so cheer up a bit!”
And Show swears he was half a second away from snapping at the weirdo when he walked away. That’s… just… the worst fucking day.
Show’s ill mood is pretty dampened after he comes back home from cram school; he’s more tired than upset. After all, he had gone the whole day without an actual rest. His life had been like that since spring, when he had moved to the metropolis of Tokyo in order to seek for better education, college entrance, yadda yadda. The price he had to pay was high but, well - and he’d chin up almost involuntarily - he was a man, right? There was no way he was going to back out after two months. That would be ridiculous.
Still, he accepts his state of defeat for the night. Dumped by his crush, scolded at work, scolded at cram school, ignored by classmates - not to forget that sleazy weirdo. Show clicked his tongue. He was still rather annoyed at how informally that guy had treated him. They didn’t even know each other!! Show ruffled his own hair furiously, as if (quite belatedly) batting away the guy’s hand from his head.
The neighborhood of Show’s apartment complex is very lively. As Show climbs up the stairs, he can hear children playing in the back, some housewives talking about a new TV drama - “Even though he’s terrible, he has some kind of charm to him…” - a girl chatting lively with her boyfriend - “But do you think I’d look cute in that?” “You already look cute on your own.” “Oi! Answer me!” - two men stuck in an apparent dilemma - “I told you it’s okay, I can cook my own food, you know.” - and, somewhere, pop music blasting. So noisy. Show smiled a little. The noise was one of the things that made his stay in Tokyo more tolerable. He hated silence from the bottom of his heart.
“Ayanokoji-kun!” Show looked up from his front door with a rather confused look. Someone (who was not the landlady) around there knew his name? Then his confusion turned into horror as he got a full look of the sleazy weirdo coming toward him. “You’re back early today, aren’t you?”
Are you fucking stalking me? is what he wants to say, but instead he says, “um, no… that’s the time I usually get here,” which is a painful mistake because why is he giving the stalker more info?!
“Oh… I guess I’m the one running early today then,” the stranger smiles widely, carrying across his shoulder a duffel bag that looks like it weights a ton. “Are you feeling better now? You seemed really blue today at the supermarket.”
“Ah, um, of course,” Show is honestly creeped out. “Excuse me… how do you know where I live?”
The stranger furrows his eyebrows. “Eh?” he lets out surprisedly before laughing. This time, Show is fully angry. “Well, how could I not know? I’m your next-door neighbor!”
He points to the door immediately to the right to Show’s. Apartment 101. The stranger jingles his keys for emphasis, and it looks like he’s making fun of Show even further.
“R-right…” it’s taking all of the high-schooler’s will not to do something brash. “I guess we didn’t have proper introductions. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I got your name from Tagawa-san,” Tagawa-san was the landlady. “I’m Inocchi. Well, my name is actually Inohara, but everyone calls me Inocchi so you should too.”
“Of course,” Show is dreaming of a bath and a meal. “I’m Ayanokoji Show. Nice to meet you.”
“Eeeh, you’re so polite! That’s so cool,” Inocchi is a damn annoying man. “Any time you need me, you can just call me, okay? I’ll be your make-do older brother from now on.”
“Ah, right. Thank you. Um, sure, if I ever need you,” Show’s unlocking his door already. “So, I’ll be off. Bye bye. See you around.”
“Bye bye~” Inocchi singsongs, waving and smiling brightly.
Show is in fact so pissed off at being looked down at by his badly-dressed, random-ass neighbor that the fact that Inocchi was the first one in months to ask him how he was goes unnoticed.