B♭ minor possibly - Baby, be my G♯.
Title: B♭ minor possibly - Baby, be my G♯.
Unit for Points: BAD
Word Count: 7x100
Characters/Pairings: Sanada/MSM
Author's Notes: So, yeah... Yeah :| In which Manager-kun makes an executive decision and everybody benefits. Most of these got pretty garbled -fail-
Sanada’s depressed. This is not a big deal in itself. He still lets little things get to him, even if he does claim to be past that stage. The trouble is this time it’s been going on quite a while.
Inevitably, one of his bandmates decides to help. This time it happens to be Watanabe. Nozawa thinks that alone is reason enough not to listen. Although, when Abe - of all people - supports the plan enthusiastically, he knows there’s no point arguing. Abe’s the closest thing they have to a responsible adult after all and he and Watanabe seem very intent.
~x~
When Sanada arrives, Watanabe’s waiting for him in his dressing-room wearing AnpanMan briefs and a smile. He can tell Watanabe’s been waiting a while because the objects on his and Nozawa’s tables are arranged in order of size and perpendicular to the mirror.
“It was my idea so I get to be first,” Watanabe says.
In the face of Sanada’s continued blank confusion, “Because Sanapi’s been down, ne,” he explains perkily.
He walks up to Sanada, takes the boy’s face in his hands and, after a moment’s consideration, kisses his nose. Giggling, Watanabe wanders off, leaving Sanada alone, spluttering vaguely.
~x~
Dismissing that morning’s incident as ‘Shota being Shota’ (after having been unable to get a straight answer out of Nozawa), Sanada heads to dance practice relatively unflustered. That works up until the break, when Miyadate shoves him against the vending-machine.
“I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t for your own good. Are we clear?”
Evidently taking Sanada’s indignant squeak (because being shoved against vending-machines strikes him as Overly Dangerous) as an affirmative, Miyadate crushes their lips together, working his fingers into Sanada’s hair.
Before Sanada can get his breath back, Miyadate’s gone and taken the last melon Fanta with him.
~x~
Sanada, Abe and Fukka are free while the others practise with Uchi. This’d be relaxing if only Fukka wasn't looking at him like that - glancing out of the corner of his eye, casually inching closer. Sanada spends the whole time on tenterhooks, waiting for something to happen.
Finally, Fukka chooses the same moment Yokoo breezes past, making pronouncements at them in Kansai-ben, to brush Sanada's fringe aside and plant a kiss on his forehead. Sanada doesn't bother complaining. He does wonder how soon Koyama will hear that MSM have that kind of member-ai; worse, how soon A.B.C-Z will hear.
~x~
“Is it working?” Iwamoto enquires, stepping into Sanada’s shower - wearing a towel, thankfully. Sanada whimpers at his facecloth anyway.
Stepping in after Iwamoto and striking a pose,
“Won’t you let me deco you?” Sakuma purrs.
“He doesn’t need a line, moron,” Iwamoto laughs.
“Tsk. You have zero class,” Sakuma responds haughtily, though he’s grinning.
Sanada can hear Nikaido and Miyata snickering in the stalls on either side. ‘At least it’s not Fujigaya,’ he thinks, he’d probably yell for them to hurry up.
“We’d better hurry,” Iwamoto remarks.
Sanada closes his eyes, waiting patiently while they cover his cheeks with kisses.
~x~
As he’s leaving, Sanada is forcibly yanked into the gents and held against the door.
“Low on time,” Abe explains. His smile is so pleasant that, briefly, Sanada’ can’t help but smile back - until he remembers that everyone is insane today.
“I’ll make sure,” Abe adds, then kisses Sanada hard.
Abe’s good and that thing he’s doing with his hands is surprisingly distracting. Sanada’s kissing Abe back before he even realises.
Abe pulls back, eventually, teeth dragging on Sanada’s bottom lip. He peers into Sanada’s eyes for a long moment.
“Still not certain,” he decides, and starts unbuttoning Sanada’s shirt.
~x~
“That’s ridiculous,” Nozawa declares, cheeks bright pink.
“Please? It’s been bothering me all night.”
Nozawa chews his lip.
“Why?”
“Because…” Sanada gropes for a non-crazy explanation, “It’s incomplete. Like playing seven notes of a scale. It’s just wrong and incomplete and is… bothering me. Please?”
Not sounding crazy: D-, his brain jeers.
“That means,” Nozawa reasons, eyes looking anywhere but at Sanada, “That I should kiss you because you’re OCD?”
“Yes,” Sanada answers, mustering as much dignity as possible.
After a painfully heavy pause, Nozawa shrugs, steps forward and kisses Sanada’s cheek.
“Happy?” he breathes, pulling back.
“Very,” Sanada croaks.
Unit for Points: BAD
Word Count: 7x100
Characters/Pairings: Sanada/MSM
Author's Notes: So, yeah... Yeah :| In which Manager-kun makes an executive decision and everybody benefits. Most of these got pretty garbled -fail-
Sanada’s depressed. This is not a big deal in itself. He still lets little things get to him, even if he does claim to be past that stage. The trouble is this time it’s been going on quite a while.
Inevitably, one of his bandmates decides to help. This time it happens to be Watanabe. Nozawa thinks that alone is reason enough not to listen. Although, when Abe - of all people - supports the plan enthusiastically, he knows there’s no point arguing. Abe’s the closest thing they have to a responsible adult after all and he and Watanabe seem very intent.
~x~
When Sanada arrives, Watanabe’s waiting for him in his dressing-room wearing AnpanMan briefs and a smile. He can tell Watanabe’s been waiting a while because the objects on his and Nozawa’s tables are arranged in order of size and perpendicular to the mirror.
“It was my idea so I get to be first,” Watanabe says.
In the face of Sanada’s continued blank confusion, “Because Sanapi’s been down, ne,” he explains perkily.
He walks up to Sanada, takes the boy’s face in his hands and, after a moment’s consideration, kisses his nose. Giggling, Watanabe wanders off, leaving Sanada alone, spluttering vaguely.
~x~
Dismissing that morning’s incident as ‘Shota being Shota’ (after having been unable to get a straight answer out of Nozawa), Sanada heads to dance practice relatively unflustered. That works up until the break, when Miyadate shoves him against the vending-machine.
“I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t for your own good. Are we clear?”
Evidently taking Sanada’s indignant squeak (because being shoved against vending-machines strikes him as Overly Dangerous) as an affirmative, Miyadate crushes their lips together, working his fingers into Sanada’s hair.
Before Sanada can get his breath back, Miyadate’s gone and taken the last melon Fanta with him.
~x~
Sanada, Abe and Fukka are free while the others practise with Uchi. This’d be relaxing if only Fukka wasn't looking at him like that - glancing out of the corner of his eye, casually inching closer. Sanada spends the whole time on tenterhooks, waiting for something to happen.
Finally, Fukka chooses the same moment Yokoo breezes past, making pronouncements at them in Kansai-ben, to brush Sanada's fringe aside and plant a kiss on his forehead. Sanada doesn't bother complaining. He does wonder how soon Koyama will hear that MSM have that kind of member-ai; worse, how soon A.B.C-Z will hear.
~x~
“Is it working?” Iwamoto enquires, stepping into Sanada’s shower - wearing a towel, thankfully. Sanada whimpers at his facecloth anyway.
Stepping in after Iwamoto and striking a pose,
“Won’t you let me deco you?” Sakuma purrs.
“He doesn’t need a line, moron,” Iwamoto laughs.
“Tsk. You have zero class,” Sakuma responds haughtily, though he’s grinning.
Sanada can hear Nikaido and Miyata snickering in the stalls on either side. ‘At least it’s not Fujigaya,’ he thinks, he’d probably yell for them to hurry up.
“We’d better hurry,” Iwamoto remarks.
Sanada closes his eyes, waiting patiently while they cover his cheeks with kisses.
~x~
As he’s leaving, Sanada is forcibly yanked into the gents and held against the door.
“Low on time,” Abe explains. His smile is so pleasant that, briefly, Sanada’ can’t help but smile back - until he remembers that everyone is insane today.
“I’ll make sure,” Abe adds, then kisses Sanada hard.
Abe’s good and that thing he’s doing with his hands is surprisingly distracting. Sanada’s kissing Abe back before he even realises.
Abe pulls back, eventually, teeth dragging on Sanada’s bottom lip. He peers into Sanada’s eyes for a long moment.
“Still not certain,” he decides, and starts unbuttoning Sanada’s shirt.
~x~
“That’s ridiculous,” Nozawa declares, cheeks bright pink.
“Please? It’s been bothering me all night.”
Nozawa chews his lip.
“Why?”
“Because…” Sanada gropes for a non-crazy explanation, “It’s incomplete. Like playing seven notes of a scale. It’s just wrong and incomplete and is… bothering me. Please?”
Not sounding crazy: D-, his brain jeers.
“That means,” Nozawa reasons, eyes looking anywhere but at Sanada, “That I should kiss you because you’re OCD?”
“Yes,” Sanada answers, mustering as much dignity as possible.
After a painfully heavy pause, Nozawa shrugs, steps forward and kisses Sanada’s cheek.
“Happy?” he breathes, pulling back.
“Very,” Sanada croaks.