Twitter Magic! [YamaChii AU]
Hello, people! :)
It’s been a while but I really wanted to finish this story. If you haven’t read it, you can start reading it here first: Twitter Magic!
And, even though I really love reading the AU with the netizen comments part, somehow I can’t make enough time to keep it that way. I just want to finish it asap, so I turn the story into a lot of narration (sorry if it becomes so boring and too serious, but some puzzles need to be solved!). Feel free to be those netizens in the story and give your comment, though. I’ll be really happy with it 😊Also, if anyone is interested to fill in and develop any story to fill the gap in this fiction, feel free to do so 😉 Well then, happy reading! (And sorry if it’s not as uwu as I wanted it to be! But I hope you like it somehow...)
Just when he was about to log in to his Twitter account, the boarding call started, so Yamada decided to just turn his phone off. He still felt tired trying to figure out what might have happened. Now he just wanted to have some break and enjoyed the view, his favorite: the sky.
He always loved the sky. That’s why when he had to fly, he always chose a window seat, his favorite, so he could see the aerial views during his flight. Watching them, he felt like nothing mattered, everything else simply became irrelevant. The sky could always distract him from any problems he’s having. And it was just what he exactly needed after what happened, which he still could not figure out.
He just wanted to get some more rest - for his mind. Hence, he spent the 1-hour-ish flight to Haneda taking in all the peace he could feel from seeing his favorite views. He didn’t want to think about anything. He was okay; his work seemed okay; nothing to worry about, no need to overthink.
Let’s just think about it later, or ask Yuto and Keito when I meet them. He thought.
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When he arrived in Haneda, Yuto and Keito were already waiting for him with a spectacular sign saying, “Welcome, our best friend forever, the most handsome best person on earth: Ryosuke Yamada” as if they haven’t met for ages, as if Yamada had been somewhere else further. Yamada rolled his eyes when he saw the sign yet managed to smile at them when he saw how worried Keito looked. Yuto, on the other hand, looked excited. It was very Yuto-ish: he simply could not be still. What a weird, he thought. Keito was very silent and did not talk too much, but he radiated that sincerely kind and sweet aura, one that made you feel peaceful. On the contrary, Yuto always moved and talked, he never seemed to run out of energy. But Yamada knew how much they loved each other and he was genuinely happy for them. These were the friends that he treasured.
An exchange of hugs, Keito with his “Are you okay?” and Yuto with his “What happened? Tell me all about it!” excitement, which received a glare from Keito. Yamada understood Yuto’s curiosity and he got why Keito thought it wasn’t right for Yuto to bombard him with questions when he just came back to Tokyo. Anyway, he gave them both his sweet smile to put them at ease and said, “Let’s get in the car first and you guys can fill me in with what happened.”
Yuto took them to a nearby restaurant to have lunch. There, Keito told Yamada about the Twitter thingy and their convo on their “仲間” WhatsApp group chat, which was still on his phone, but which was magically non-existent on Yamada’s. He got confused because he did not remember texting them at all, at least not when he was hospitalized.
Yuto was more thrilled to show Yamada the Twitter magic thingy as he was curious about the guy he posted it for. Yamada had never really told them about the person he liked, and they had never really asked him either because, first, they wanted to respect his privacy, and second, Yamada had never really shown any interest in any romantic relationship before that. That’s why when Yuto and Keito got Yamada’s-or whoever it was-message asking help with the Twitter magic, they got fascinated and decided to give him all the support they could give. They always wanted Yamada to be happy.
But Yamada just shook his head in confusion. He seemed genuinely lost. He insisted that he did not post anything on Twitter. He said there was no way he would do such things that would embarrass himself like that. At that, Keito rolled his eyes. Keito knew better that Yamada was more capable of doing crazy things when he was serious about something. And pretty sure, if he had really been in love with someone, doing Twitter magic would not be a surprise at all; it would not even be weird. But Yamada seemed so sure with his bewilderment, though Yuto and Keito could not be sure if Yamada told the truth or was simply acting out. Damn, it was hard to tell when Yamada was putting on an act. He was simply so good at acting. But Yamada seemed upset about it so maybe he was telling the truth. And even if he was lying, it did not matter to them. They would always forgive and try to understand him. Maybe they’ve spoiled him too much, but they decided that they would believe Yamada and help him if he wanted it.
“I really don’t know what to say,” Yamada said after they finished their lunch.
“You think someone messed with you?” Keito seemed concerned.
“Not that I know.”
“Or maybe this is fate! The universe is trying to unite you with the one meant for you!” Yuto was still excited about that possibility. He kept speculating about it. He thought it was just romantic. He might not look like it, but Yuto was actually a helpless romantic.
Yamada and Keito, however, rolled their eyes at him. Yamada chuckled, though He was just glad that he got Yuto and Keito as friends. Life was never dull with them.
“Alright, I don’t want to think about it. I still need to go to the office to check some work.” Yamada hugged them as they were parting.
“Are you sure you still need to go to the office today?”
“Are you sure you don’t want us to drive you there?”
“Nah, I’m fine. Just drop my luggage at home. Also, don’t call or come to my place tonight. I am in a serious mode right now.” Yamada smiled and left, heading to his office.
Yuto and Keito returned Yamada’s smile, looked at each other, shrugged, and left with Yamada’s luggage.
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That night Chinen went to have some drinks at a bar called UMP. Actually he was not really a drinker. The most he could drink, with which he would still stay sober, was only two glasses. Even after two glasses, he sometimes got tipsy. More? He would definitely get drunk and pass out.
But that night he felt like drinking some. He even went alone by himself, something that he hardly did especially when it came to drinking. Usually he would only accompany his friends and colleagues, just as a courtesy ‘cause he knew he could not completely shut people out. Not all the time, he thought. He often went his “Stupid” friends, whom he dearly loved and who absolutely cherished him. But he usually went for the talk and the laugh. He was just happy to be with them.
But tonight was different. He just wanted to be alone. He thought his mind was a mess as he kept thinking about Yamada, who did not contact him again. He was wondering if he had actually made a mistake. He himself was not really a Twitter person so he had no idea what numbers he should give Yamada when he asked. He actually wished Yamada would get the requested numbers so they could go out. Well, Chinen wasn’t sure if he loved Yamada in any way, but he surely wanted to get closer to him so he could find out why Yamada pretended to not know him when Yamada first came to their office and saw him.
Chinen was actually just taking some walk pondering about what he should do about it when he somehow passed the UMP bar and decided to get in there. He was there before. A colleague took him there some time ago. It was not big. It was quite small, but nice, and kinda hidden. It was just the perfect place to be when he did not want to run into many people.
When he got in, he went straight to the front bar and sat at one of the stools. It was a bit high for him actually but somehow he managed to sit and call the bartender to make an order. He was not that well-versed about alcoholic drinks, so he just asked for the pretty standard one: Gin and Tonic. He ordered it also because it was neither too sweet nor too heavy.
While waiting for his drink, he accidentally heard Yamada’s voice so he turned his head in the direction of his voice, which was actually at the other end of the front bar. He was quite astounded. He had not expected to see Yamada outside the office. Not in such places. And especially not now.
But Yamada was already drunk; he kept babbling about various stuff. Chinen, who also sat at the front bar, only a few stools away, could not help but hear it. Luckily, there were not so many people drinking that night. Not that it was usually crowded. But he was just glad that not so many people could see how he’d been staring at the drunk Yamada.
“You know what?” Chinen heard Yamada babbling, half shouting, half slurring. “People at my work think I was skipping office and did not do my work properly. They did not believe I was unconscious for three days, hospitalized in Shimane. Screw them.”
Yamada took another sip and Chinen was perplexed since he also did not know anything about it. All he could remember about three days ago was that Yamada was trying to ask him out. Did he pass out after that? Before? Chinen was lost. But Yamada was drunk. Chinen believed that drunk people always told the truth. There was no way it was a lie.
“I know they’ve been talking about me behind my back. They believe I was recruited only because of my uncle. Screw them.” Another sip and a tired, sad, smile. “Fools. They all are fools. They are jealous! True that I have my privileges. But is it my fault for being born with privileges? I try my best trying to use my privileges to help others.”
A mild sobbing.
“I might not have worked in that company had my uncle not asked for my help. But do they really think my uncle would have asked me had he not thought I was capable? They don’t have to be so mean.” Another sip. “I have been trying to shrug it off and be nice to everyone. I’ve been trying to show them that if I was not capable, I would be kicked out. I aced all of my projects and gave my best to help my team and everyone. But it’s not enough for them. Maybe I should’ve accepted another offer and worked abroad instead….”
Chinen knew it, which was why he felt sorry for Yamada. Chinen himself might have been upset with Yamada for not recognizing him, but he never badmouthed him behind his back. He might have talked about Yamada with his “Stupid” group friends, but he never made up lies or presented assumptions as facts. He knew Yamada was excellent at work. He himself had never had any problems with Yamada getting recruited to work in the company because of his connection to the CEO, which was his uncle. Quite the contrary, he was actually happy - in a professional sense - as Yamada did really make the company better.
“And then there is this Twitter magic thingy.” Yamada continued; Chinen held his breath, his heart skipped a beat. “I did not remember posting anything about it. I did not even remember who I was asking out. I did not know who the person that made my Twitter account post something like that. I clearly was not the one who posted it.”
Then, who? Chinen thought. Upset, but also curious. Yamada could not be lying, right? He was obviously drunk.
“Can I have another?” Yamada tried to ask for more drinks, but the bartender shook his head and mouthed “no.” Yamada had drunk too much, apparently.
“Do you think I’ve suffered another memory loss?” Yamada spoke as if he was talking to the bartender when he was actually just talking alone to himself. Something typical drunk people would do.
But, memory loss? Another? Chinen had never heard of this. He tried to listen more carefully as Yamada’s speech was getting more unclear and weak.
“Shit!” Yamada was almost crying, half sobbing. “Maybe my brain was messed up after that damn accident some years ago.” His voice was getting smaller and weaker. His slur was getting inaudible. “I always feel like I am forgetting something or someone special but could never manage to remem…” He passed out. He did not manage to finish his sentence.
The bartender looked at him and heaved a sigh. He was wondering whether to let him be or wake him up and call a cab when Chinen told him, “I know him. I’ll take him home.”
The bartender hesitated for a moment as he wanted to ensure the safety of his customers. He could not just trust a drunk customer to another customer especially when they did not come together. He could not be sure that they knew each other. But at the same time, he did not want a passed-out customer to stay too long at his place and create some kind of trouble. Apparently, like Chinen, Yamada was not a regular there either, the bartender would have recognized them otherwise.
Chinen understood the hesitation so he gave him his business card. And thankfully, Yamada put his wallet on the table so he could take out Yamada’s there and showed the bartender that they worked at the same company.
The bartender finally shrugged and let Chinen take Yamada. He also returned Yamada’s credit card that he handed when he opened a tab. He kept Chinen’s business card, just in case.
Chinen himself thought he must be being crazy. He actually had no idea where Yamada lived, but he could not just leave him passed out alone there. He was thinking of perhaps asking his “Stupid” friends for some advice, but he then dismissed the thought. He knew they would help, but he wasn’t ready with their questions. He was sure they would bombard him with questions. How did he get Yamada drunk? Why were they at the same bar? How in the world did Chinen go to a bar, to drink, alone, without them? And many more questions. He didn’t want them. Not now.
So he decided to just take Yamada to his place.
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Yamada woke up feeling strange as he didn’t recognize the place. His head felt a bit heavy, still dizzy, probably the alcohol. Still on the bed, he tried to sit up and remember what happened the night before. He went to this hidden bar on the corner of the street some blocks from where he worked. He drank. And he could not remember what happened next. With what had been happening, his brain must have been dysfunctioning, he thought. There just had been too much stuff he could not remember happening to him lately. His collapse on Shimane, the Twitter magic thingy. He heaved a heavy sigh.
He looked around the room he was in. Nothing really special. Just a normal room like his. A bookshelf. A desk. A nightstand. And some pics. He got up to see what books there were and walked around to look closer at the pics. He stumbled upon a picture and he wondered. He felt like he recognized the place. The Yagaki Shrine. And two faces felt familiar. One looked like one of his coworkers. Maybe when he was still young? They didn’t talk too much but he knew that they worked in the same company. And the other was himself? He blinked and tried to think more clearly. The other person did look like the young version of him but he did not remember ever taking that picture. So he thought that maybe it was a different person, maybe it was just someone who looked like him. Or maybe he was simply imagining things as he might be still under the influence of alcohol.
He felt thirsty. He wanted some water. That’s when he became aware of the sound of someone cooking. He could smell something good from outside the bedroom. His hungry belly led him to follow that smell.
He went out of the room and found Chinen cooking in the kitchen. Actually, he wasn’t sure of the name but he knew Chinen worked in the same company as his. He didn’t think they were close enough for him to be in Chinen’s place, though. He stared at Chinen in confusion.
Chinen saw Yamada teetering out of the room. They looked at each other and Chinen saw some confusion in Yamada’s eyes.
“You were drunk. I happened to be in the same bar. I didn’t know where you lived so I took you to my place. Nothing happened. No worries.” Chinen said with a smile.
Yamada chuckled at the little joke. And the air became warmer.
“Sorry for the trouble. We aren’t that close but you went so far to help me. Thank you.” He smiled back.
“Oh, you recognize me?” Chinen was genuinely surprised. He asked seriously wondering.
“I think? We work in the same company, right? Or wait, maybe I am wrong. I’m sorry if I mistook you for someone else. But you look like someone who works in the same company as mine. In a different department, though. So yeah, sorry if I’m mistaken. I still can’t think clearly. My head is still a bit fuzzy. ” Yamada started doubting himself.
“Ah, no. You’re not mistaken.” Chinen’s smile returned. “We do work in the same company. Yamada Ryosuke, right?”
“You even know my name?” Yamada asked, genuinely surprised.
“Who doesn’t?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“Don’t be. Who doesn’t know you? The very skilled Yamada Ryosuke, who’s never failed his projects, right? That’s pretty admirable.”
Yamada lit up ‘cause instead of mentioning him being the CEO’s nephew, Chinen actually acknowledged his accomplishments. He was happy.
“But, I’m sorry, I couldn’t really remember your name…”
“Chinen. Chinen Yuri.”
“Ah, Chinen. Ok. Chinen. Chinen. Chinen.” Yamada said while walking trying to get closer to the kitchen.
“Chinen. Chinen.” He kept mumbling to himself.
“How many times are you gonna repeat my name?” Chinen chuckled.
“Ah yeah, sorry.” Yamada smiled sheepishly. “By the way, do you need help? I might not look like it but I am good at cooking.” Yamada tried to offer some help.
“I have no doubt about that.”
“Eh?” Yamada was surprised.
“But I’m almost done. So you can just sit there.” Chinen said nodding to the dining table. “Maybe you need to have some water first. Or if you need to wash your face to sober up, the bathroom is over there.”
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“I’m not good at cooking. I don’t like it, to be exact. This is just one of the only few meals I can make. So don’t expect too much about how it tastes.” Chinen said while presenting the omelet in front of Yamada. He then took a seat across facing him.
“Don’t worry about that. I’m thankful enough that you gave me shelter and now some food for breakfast. Or brunch? What time is it?”
“Breakfast. It’s still 8 o’clock.”
“And about last night…”
“I’ll answer your questions later. Let’s eat first.”
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“So?” Yamada asked after they both finished eating.
“Like I said,” Chinen looked at Yamada briefly. “I went to a bar, and accidentally heard you babbling. And then you passed out.”
“Gosh, so embarrassing.” Yamada covered his face.
Chinen chuckled. He looked cute, he thought. This version of Yamada was a bit different from the one he usually saw at work. This version of Yamada reminded him of the younger Yamada, when they met years ago.
“I hope I did not talk non-sense. Gosh, I can’t even remember what I was talking about.” Yamada seemed worried. “What did I say?” He finally asked.
“Well, I wasn’t sure ‘cause you sounded more like slurring. But I remember some words: Accident. Memory loss. Twitter. And about your coworkers, I’m sorry about that. But please know that I am not like them.” Chinen said sympathetically.
“Yeah, I believe you’re not. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Sorry.”
Chinen shook his head and smiled.
“But Twitter? I talked about that?” Yamada asked in disbelief and some resentment.
Chinen nodded with sympathy.
Yamada then told Chinen about the whole thing, the same thing he told Yuto and Keito, including what Yuto and Keito told him and showed him.
“Are you on Twitter?” Yamada asked hesitantly.
“Yes and no.” Chinen said, always calmly. Seeing Yamada’s confused face, he continued, “I do have a Twitter account but I rarely open the app. I am hardly on Twitter.”
“I see.” Strangely, Yamada felt some kind of relief. He just didn’t want Chinen to see first-hand how embarrassing he was with what happened on his Twitter.
He thought sometimes life was simply more peaceful without Twitter or social media. You might be left behind on several things when you were not online, but you got to focus on what really mattered to you. Social media were not bad. Twitter was clearly not, at least not for him. But if you could not set your priority right, it could be such a dangerous distraction. You thought everything on social media mattered and hence you could not help commenting on every single thing you encountered there. But that was not true. Not everything mattered. And unfortunately, not everybody knew. And those people had the tendency to waste time and lose themselves and before they knew it, they had disregarded their precious life. Well, it was not that social media did not matter. It did. And sometimes things we had online mattered more than those we had offline. But sometimes things simply got too overwhelming. And at that time you needed to know that you needed some break.
So he was glad Chinen was not really that active on Twitter. He was not that active himself either actually. But maybe he was just glad that Chinen did not see what he did with the Twitter magic thing. If only Yamada knew…
He told Chinen that now he simply abandoned his Twitter because he was not sure if he could keep up with the comments - and judgment - he got. He’s got no time for that. He did not know how to explain either.
“Even if I explained, they would not believe me, right? Even to me, it just doesn’t make sense. Well, ‘Never explain―your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway,’ right?” Yamada quoted. “Not that I have enemies. At least not that I know.”
They both smiled.
Yamada told Chinen about his memory loss too, for which he and his family moved abroad for his medication and later his study. He told him about a terrible accident he got some time after graduating from high school, which was years ago. After the accident, he could not remember lots of stuff, not even some of his high school friends. He remembered his family. He remembered his name. But there was a lot he forgot. The doctor told him he suffered a partial memory loss. He was told that it was just short-term. With some stimulation, he would regain his memory slowly. He did regain some memory back, but there were things that he was sure he should remember but simply could not.
“There are times when I feel like I’m missing someone or when I feel that a place is special, but I simply can’t understand why.” Yamada sounded sad. “Like when I went to Matsue, Shimane, I found that place special but I could not know why. I knew I went there after graduation, my parents told me. But I can’t remember what happened at all. I feel like I’ve lost something precious to me.”
It finally dawned on Chinen. Everything eventually fell into place. Now he understood why Yamada did not recognize him when he first came to work at their company.
What a fool I had been, Chinen thought. He could’ve just told Yamada that they knew each other before. He could’ve helped to remind him of who he was and the relationship they had. He could’ve simply asked if he still remembered him or why he forgot. But instead, he chose to be bitter with his own assumption, believing that Yamada must have forgotten about him because Chinen was not important enough to be remembered. What a fool. He knew better to not assume; that’s what he’s been telling people, yet he’s doing it himself. He felt hypocritical.
“Speaking of which,” Yamada said, startling Chinen, who was lost in thoughts. “I saw a photo in your bedroom.”
Chinen was dreading the next question Yamada might ask. He simply did not know what to tell Yamada about that. Or how.
“I might be mistaken, so forgive me if I’m wrong, but,” Yamada hesitated. “I saw your pic with someone who looked a lot like me, when I was younger. Did we actually know each other before?”
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Chinen’s mind wandered to a few years back, when he was visiting Yaegaki Shrine as a part of a high school graduation trip. That’s where he met Yamada for the first time.
He was wandering alone exploring the place when he saw Yamada looking like a lost puppy. He continued to explore the shrine and then head to the famous pond to throw some coins. He just graduated high school, and he heard of that romantic superstition so he just needed to try it himself. It’s not that he was in love with someone or not. But he wanted to prove it wrong. He did not want to rely his love life on such a myth so he thought that whether his coin would sink fast or not, he would do exactly the opposite about his love life. He was so defiant, silly of him.
And that’s when he actually talked for the first time with Yamada. When he was throwing the coin, Yamada happened to be throwing his at exactly the same time that their coins kinda collided. They turned to face each other and laughed. And by the time they remembered to check the coins, they had already sunk, and they laughed together even more.
“Yamada,” Yamada introduced himself, putting forth his hand to shake Chinen’s.
“Chinen.” Chinen smiled and shook Yamada’s hands.
Long story short, they talked about various things and cliqued. Yamada told Chinen that actually he was supposed to go to Matsue Castle, but he woke up late and missed his group. He misread the schedule and somehow ended up going to the Yaegaki Shrine alone. Meanwhile, Chinen’s trip was actually over, but he was staying longer at his aunt’s house because he wanted to explore more.
They decided to explore the place together. They went to Lake Shinji and spent time savoring the beautiful sunset. They kept talking and shared things they liked. The game they played, the manga they read, the anime they watched, the music they loved, their future plan, and many more. They were so happy to be able to know someone that made them feel comfortable just for being themselves. They both thought it was fun.
They took some pics together, and exchanged their phone numbers, and promised to keep in touch.
Afterward, they kept in touch as promised and Chinen grew really fond of Yamada. He hoped he could meet him again and planned another adventure together. Adulthood was hard but if you’ve got an awesome friend, that would be much more endurable.
But after some time, Yamada stopped calling Chinen. He never answered or returned his texts or calls. And at the end, his number could not be reached at all; it looked like he had changed his number.
Chinen wondered what’s wrong. He was worried for a while, fearing that something might have happened to Yamada. At that time social media were not as popular as they were today. The phone number was all that Chinen had. He did not even know where Yamada lived and he forgot to ask. He tried to hope that Yamada was doing fine, but then his bitterness got the better of him. He started to suspect that perhaps all kindness Yamada showed was fake, that maybe he grew tired of communicating with Chinen, that maybe now he did not want to be friends anymore. After all, they met only once; they were just mere strangers to each other. Chinen was upset.
But now he understood it all. Yamada got an accident. He didn’t know it before, but now he did. He could not reach his number because Yamada went abroad for some medical treatment and then continued to study there. And he suffered partial memory loss. Of course! It all made sense now.
But what about the Twitter magic thingy? He still had not got the answer to it. But then neither had Yamada, had he?
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“Is it a different person?” Yamada asked because Chinen kept silent.
Chinen was startled and snapped back to that moment. “No. It’s you.”
“So, we knew each other before! Why did not you tell me?” Yamada seemed down, but there was no trace of anger in his voice. No accusation either.
“You could’ve told me when we met again in the office,” Yamada sounded sad.
“We only met once.” Chinen said nonchalantly.
“Once, and we took such pictures together?” Yamada rolled his eyes, a habit.
Chinen chuckled at that. So he simply recounted their meeting briefly. A short version of what he could remember and that he had treasured all this time: Yamada was lost, they met, talked, and went to Lake Shinji together.
Chinen decided not to tell Yamada too many details about the past. About what they talked about, about the promises they made, and all. He did not want them to be bound by the past. He thought that if they’re fated to meet again, then they could always restart a new. If they were fated to be together, then they’d be together again. As a colleague. A coworker. A friend. And what? Chinen’s heart skipped a beat at the thought.
Chinen also decided to not tell Yamada about the Twitter magic thing. He could not bear it. What would Yamada think if he told him that the Twitter magic post that had troubled him actually happened because of him? He did not want Yamada to think that he was cruel to give him those numbers. And perhaps, he did not want Yamada to think that Chinen liked him that way. He himself was not sure about his feelings. He needed to be sure of how he was feeling himself at the first place. But then, if Yamada was not the one who asked him out and asked for those reply, RT, and Like numbers, then who?
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Time passed, they grew closer to each other. They hang out more together. They felt really comfortable with each other’s presence. Yamada was especially happy. He felt that they really cliqued. He could talk about anything with Chinen and he would never get bored. Work, hobby, holiday, a lot of things. He felt like Chinen was the one who understood him the most. Perhaps just like his best friends, Yuto and Keito, if not slightly better.
Chinen himself was happy with Yamada. He felt that he was such an open book so that Chinen did not need to guess or speculate about what he thought or felt. He was not really a social person but being with Yamada never exhausted him. His “Stupid” friends, especially Inoo, kept teasing him about the development of their relationship. The others sometimes simply pretended to be jealous when Chinen chose to hang out with Yamada, and not with them. Chinen knew they were just acting out, though. He still spent time with them. He still loved and treasured them. They were irreplaceable friends. Yamada was not a replacement. He was not a substitute. He was simply completing his universe.
More time passed; Yamada and Chinen got closer and much closer. Hence, Chinen decided to tell Yamada about the Twitter magic thingy because Yamada would not stop talking about it. He always resented the fact that he didn’t know who the person in his Twitter magic was, especially because he did not remember ever creating the post in the first place. He was wondering if the person was actually the one hacking his account and making a fool out of him. He kept wondering if the person was actually laughing at him now. And every time Yamada mentioned it, Chinen always chuckled but did not explain why.
Other times Yamada wondered that someone else might have hacked his phone and contacted another person for the magic thingy. He thought that maybe he should try to find them and apologized. He thought that perhaps it had hurt them to be contacted that way and then turned into a viral Tweet only for Yamada to never get back to them. Wasn’t it kinda rude? Yamada often asked. And Chinen couldn’t help but laugh because he thought Yamada was overthinking it. But honestly, he thought it was kinda cute of Yamada to think it that way. Cute, nice, and kind. The same Yamada Ryosuke who previously made him upset only because he thought he pretended not to remember him. How wrong he had been!
“About your Twitter magic,” Chinen said one day. “It’s me.”
“What is?” Yamada was perplexed as he had no idea why Chinen suddenly said it, what he meant by it, or where the conversation was going.
“The guy who asked you to get RT and likes. It was me.”
“You what?” Yamada was stunned.
“Sorry for not telling you earlier.”
Chinen was waiting for Yamada to respond but Yamada said nothing as he was still processing everything in his head. He had been rendered speechless.
“I didn’t mean to hide it from you or anything. I just didn’t see any point in mentioning it since you said you never remembered doing any of it. But it seems it keeps bugging your mind, so I hope you can feel at ease now. I really…”
“Wait,” Yamada cut Chinen before he finished his sentence. “You’re saying you would have gone out with me had I got those RTs and Likes?”
“Look, I…”
“You would go out with me?”
“It doesn’t matter, does it? You don’t like me that way anyway.”
“You don’t think I do?”
“Do you?”
---
It’s been a long while since Yamada logged out of his Twitter. He knew he could not keep avoiding it. He did not want to stay logged out forever.
He felt happy now. And he felt like he owed everyone who’s supported him there. Maybe he needed to give them some updates. Maybe he needed to apologize for ditching them after that Twiter magic post. He still did not remember ever tweeting it, but it did not matter anymore. He’s found his new sky, his new favorite view: Chinen’s smiles.
So he tweeted an update on his Twitter.
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Please read the update on Twitter: here.