Like Sunshine, Bikini-zuki, Fortune, T-shirts
A/N: for some reason, stuck in het mode this week... damn but I wanted to write about naked-is-our-uniform!TOKIO :l
Title: Like Sunshine
Unit for Points: TOKIO
Word Count: 100
Characters: Yamada+Shida, Nakajima+Ohgo
Note(s): they're all in the same class together at Horikoshi
“I won’t have to see your face for two whole months,” Shida laughs flippantly at Yamada across the sunbeam that separates them.
He sticks his tongue out at her in response. “Yeah, good riddance!”
“Aww,” Nakajima, on the other side of Yamada, says. “Don’t be like that, Mirai, Yama-chan.” He not-so-subtly pushes Yamada into the sunbeam.
Ohgo, rushing to catch up with them, bumps into Shida from the side and causes her to stumble into Yamada.
“Suzuka!” Shida admonishes, just as Yamada scowls, “Yuto!”
“See,” Nakajima grins cheerfully over their heads at Ohgo, “Totally in sync with each other.”
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Title: Bikini-zuki
Unit for Points: TOKIO
Word Count: 100
Characters: Tamamori/Akina
Tamamori, for all the care he lavishes on his hair and skin, and his soft way of speaking, is still your normal boy who likes bikinis. Bikinis, that is, with breasts inside and a pretty face above.
Akina remembers their Horikoshi days, when she would visit him during breaks and tease him about the gravure magazines he tucked inside his textbooks and read secretly during class. She’d been happy to point out to him that she was featured in all those magazines, happy to see the adorable blush creep over his cheeks.
Kind of like the way he’s blushing now.
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Title: Fortune
Unit for Points: TOKIO
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hina/Erika
Note(s): takes place when they were still together, of course; if you don't remember the fortunes, they are enumerated here
Toda Erika is a practical girl. She doesn’t believe in things like horoscopes and fortune telling.
Still, she’d been amused when she’d stumbled on a fan blog dissecting her relationship with Shingo and finding connections to what some fortune teller had told her, many months ago, on some television program.
It was certainly true about the job offers that had come in that year.
It was true, too, that she’d met Shingo in August.
Now she hopes the final prediction is true as well, just so she can take her own destiny in hand and prove that fortune teller wrong.
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Title: "Has to be t-shirts"
Unit for Points: TOKIO
Word Count: 100
Characters: Yamapi/Keiko
Note(s): Massu said "NO GYOZA NO LIFE" in one of their school calendars a few years back. Also - R: Though, I don't get what the KeiPi one has to do with....summer. / Me: ...you wear tshirts in the summer LMAO *streeeeetch*
“T-shirts,” Yamapi insists, more than a little inebriated.
“Why not rings?” Keiko asks, marginally less drunk. “Or necklaces? Bracelets?”
“Nuu.” There’s a distinct slur now to his speech. “Has to be t-shirts. NO T-SHIRTS, NO LIFE!”
She giggles, “Are you saying you love t-shirts as much as Masuda-kun loves gyoza?”
“I love you as much as he loves gyoza.” Yamapi leans over with pursed lips, misses his aim, kisses her sloppily on the jaw instead.
Keiko looks at him with fond eyes and sighs. She supposes she has no choice but to give in. “Oh, all right then. T-shirts.”
Title: Like Sunshine
Unit for Points: TOKIO
Word Count: 100
Characters: Yamada+Shida, Nakajima+Ohgo
Note(s): they're all in the same class together at Horikoshi
“I won’t have to see your face for two whole months,” Shida laughs flippantly at Yamada across the sunbeam that separates them.
He sticks his tongue out at her in response. “Yeah, good riddance!”
“Aww,” Nakajima, on the other side of Yamada, says. “Don’t be like that, Mirai, Yama-chan.” He not-so-subtly pushes Yamada into the sunbeam.
Ohgo, rushing to catch up with them, bumps into Shida from the side and causes her to stumble into Yamada.
“Suzuka!” Shida admonishes, just as Yamada scowls, “Yuto!”
“See,” Nakajima grins cheerfully over their heads at Ohgo, “Totally in sync with each other.”
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Title: Bikini-zuki
Unit for Points: TOKIO
Word Count: 100
Characters: Tamamori/Akina
Tamamori, for all the care he lavishes on his hair and skin, and his soft way of speaking, is still your normal boy who likes bikinis. Bikinis, that is, with breasts inside and a pretty face above.
Akina remembers their Horikoshi days, when she would visit him during breaks and tease him about the gravure magazines he tucked inside his textbooks and read secretly during class. She’d been happy to point out to him that she was featured in all those magazines, happy to see the adorable blush creep over his cheeks.
Kind of like the way he’s blushing now.
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Title: Fortune
Unit for Points: TOKIO
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hina/Erika
Note(s): takes place when they were still together, of course; if you don't remember the fortunes, they are enumerated here
Toda Erika is a practical girl. She doesn’t believe in things like horoscopes and fortune telling.
Still, she’d been amused when she’d stumbled on a fan blog dissecting her relationship with Shingo and finding connections to what some fortune teller had told her, many months ago, on some television program.
It was certainly true about the job offers that had come in that year.
It was true, too, that she’d met Shingo in August.
Now she hopes the final prediction is true as well, just so she can take her own destiny in hand and prove that fortune teller wrong.
----
Title: "Has to be t-shirts"
Unit for Points: TOKIO
Word Count: 100
Characters: Yamapi/Keiko
Note(s): Massu said "NO GYOZA NO LIFE" in one of their school calendars a few years back. Also - R: Though, I don't get what the KeiPi one has to do with....summer. / Me: ...you wear tshirts in the summer LMAO *streeeeetch*
“T-shirts,” Yamapi insists, more than a little inebriated.
“Why not rings?” Keiko asks, marginally less drunk. “Or necklaces? Bracelets?”
“Nuu.” There’s a distinct slur now to his speech. “Has to be t-shirts. NO T-SHIRTS, NO LIFE!”
She giggles, “Are you saying you love t-shirts as much as Masuda-kun loves gyoza?”
“I love you as much as he loves gyoza.” Yamapi leans over with pursed lips, misses his aim, kisses her sloppily on the jaw instead.
Keiko looks at him with fond eyes and sighs. She supposes she has no choice but to give in. “Oh, all right then. T-shirts.”