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Title: U r my 3D girl
Unit for Points: Ebikisu
Word Count: 100 (x9)
Characters/Pairings: Kitayama/Fujigaya
Notes: I’m sorry, the title is totally unrelated to the content. It just amuses me so, so much 8D Also, I would like to shift all responsibility for bad!fic to the @#$%^& so damn adorable wink up spread. If wasn’t already shipping them before this, I would jump on that so, so hard.And it's totally AU because they're already debuted here.
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Spending the night at Kitayama’s is all well. Mornings at Kitayama’s, however are another thing altogether.
‘Ten more minutes, Mitsu,’ says Fujigaya to the Kitayama-shaped lump on the bed,’ or there won’t be time for breakfast and you’ll be grumpy all day.’ There are several more repercussions of a grumpy Kitayama, but Fujigaya decides not to list them out; Kitayama’s not listening. He throws his pillow at Kitayama anyway.
And there isn’t anyone there, so Fujigaya feels free to stand for a while and feel a little fuzzy about this comfortable domestication. Then, he snorts and walks to the shower.
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Of course, it’s no big surprise when Fujigaya comes out from the shower fifteen minutes later to find Kitayama still under the pile of sheets plus Fujigaya’s abandoned blanket and pillow, still fast asleep.
‘Mitsu,’ Fujigaya aims a kick at Kitayama’s ass (and misses), ‘Mitsu wake up or we’ll get yelled at again for being late.’
‘C’mere,’ says Kitayama, voice muffled from under the sheets before Fujigaya has time to fetch cold water. Or Pocky. ‘Just five more minutes. I’ll be your super-sized hot water bottle.’
It’s still six in the morning, and they had been up late. Fujigaya caves.
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‘You short, fat liar,’ says Fujigaya, as he settles in next to Kitayama, ‘you’re an ice block.”
“And you’re hot,’ Kitayama says smugly, trying to hold Fujigaya everywhere all at once, ‘both kinds.’ And then he’s asleep again, breathing Fujigaya’s skin, pleasantly warm.
Fujigaya sighs; his eyes are starting to close and Kitayama’s arms remain unfairly strong even when he’s dead to the world. And so, snaking and arm across Kitayama’s - ew, still sticky- belly, Fujigaya lets his mind kick away all the important stuff and falls asleep too. His last thought is that he should probably set the alarm.
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‘I will kill you,’ says Fujigaya, “ I will kill you and hide you in Yara’s car and no one will ever find out’.
Kitayama’s eating that damn aloe yoghurt again, and thus slowing down their waling speed by at least, well, a lot. Fujigaya feels a headache coming on.
Fujigaya tugs at Kitayama’s wrist, and pulls. Nothing happens except for him nearly tripping over himself. His hand is caught instead, fingers lacing through his.
‘Relax, Taisuke,’ Kitayama says, ‘we’re already late anyway. I’m sure they’ll understand that we’re tired.’
He’s right. Fujigaya sighs and slows down to a walk.
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Fujigaya grudgingly supposes that Kitayama does make a pretty good leader after all. He’s not exactly responsible and doesn’t even attempt to be. But things fall in place quicker when Kitayama is there, unlike when, say, Fujigaya is alone and trying to control the hormonal kouhai.
‘Juice?’ Kitayama plonks next to Fujigaya and sighs. It’s not an unhappy sigh, just a tad tired. Fujigaya grabs Kitayama’s fingers and squeezes a little.
‘Thanks,” he says softly, taking the can of juice. It’s not just for the juice though. Fujigaya smiles a little when Kitayama squeezes back, because he knows it too.
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‘Come home with me after filming?’ It’s a not a question, but Fujigaya nods anyway; it’s amazing when a drama can do for a drying relationship. They don’t hold hands on the way to Kitayama’s apartment because that’s too dangerous now, but when they do reach Kitayama’s door, Kitayama makes sure to press Fujigaya up against it and kiss him senseless.
He would have done more, if his mother hadn’t appeared, way too close and far too happy about her son making out on their front door.
‘You’re always welcome, Fujigaya-kun,’ She says, as Kitayama hustles Fujigaya to his room.
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‘That never happened,’ Kitayama says and dumps himself on his bed, dirty jeans and all.
‘You’re disgusting,’ says Fujigaya without much heat; he’s too tired for that. He grabs the set of jammies he keeps at Kitayama’s house just in case and throws a pair of boxers at Kitayama’s head.
He half expects Kitayama to try some sort of sexual advance when he flops down on the bed. All Kitayama does though, is tug him a little closer so he can use Fujigaya’s arm as a pillow.
‘’Night Taipi,’ Kitayama says.
He doesn’t get a reply though, Fujigaya’s already asleep.
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For once, it’s Kitayama who watches Fujigaya drool all over the pillows. He even indulges in fond smile when he watches Fujigaya wriggle a little (which messes his hair up quite a bit more than a little). It’s a nice thing to do, Kitayama decides; watching someone special sleep.
And it’s not like Fujigaya isn’t himself around Kitayama, but when he’s sleeping, Kitayama finds that Fujigaya is really, really still that slightly awkward, puffy cheeked brat that he was from years and years ago.
Kitayama brushes a thumb over Fujigaya’s nose. ‘Sleep tight,’ he whispers.
Fujigaya smiles in his sleep.
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‘We should do this more during concerts,’ Kitayama says, mouth barely moving (it’s a skill one develops over time) as they walk in peaceable silence, ‘The kouhai just can’t get it right.’
Fujigaya reaches over to pinch Kitayama’s cheeks and beams for the camera, somehow overcome with overwhelming affection that sets of little tingles in his heart. ‘You know,’ he says, when Kitayama stops flailing and the cameraman stops grinning maniacally, ‘I really like you.’
And so it’s not really for show when Kitayama grins back at Fujigaya and pulls him so close that their noses bump.
‘Yeah, I know.’
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Unit for Points: Ebikisu
Word Count: 100 (x9)
Characters/Pairings: Kitayama/Fujigaya
Notes: I’m sorry, the title is totally unrelated to the content. It just amuses me so, so much 8D Also, I would like to shift all responsibility for bad!fic to the @#$%^& so damn adorable wink up spread. If wasn’t already shipping them before this, I would jump on that so, so hard.And it's totally AU because they're already debuted here.
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Spending the night at Kitayama’s is all well. Mornings at Kitayama’s, however are another thing altogether.
‘Ten more minutes, Mitsu,’ says Fujigaya to the Kitayama-shaped lump on the bed,’ or there won’t be time for breakfast and you’ll be grumpy all day.’ There are several more repercussions of a grumpy Kitayama, but Fujigaya decides not to list them out; Kitayama’s not listening. He throws his pillow at Kitayama anyway.
And there isn’t anyone there, so Fujigaya feels free to stand for a while and feel a little fuzzy about this comfortable domestication. Then, he snorts and walks to the shower.
-
Of course, it’s no big surprise when Fujigaya comes out from the shower fifteen minutes later to find Kitayama still under the pile of sheets plus Fujigaya’s abandoned blanket and pillow, still fast asleep.
‘Mitsu,’ Fujigaya aims a kick at Kitayama’s ass (and misses), ‘Mitsu wake up or we’ll get yelled at again for being late.’
‘C’mere,’ says Kitayama, voice muffled from under the sheets before Fujigaya has time to fetch cold water. Or Pocky. ‘Just five more minutes. I’ll be your super-sized hot water bottle.’
It’s still six in the morning, and they had been up late. Fujigaya caves.
-
‘You short, fat liar,’ says Fujigaya, as he settles in next to Kitayama, ‘you’re an ice block.”
“And you’re hot,’ Kitayama says smugly, trying to hold Fujigaya everywhere all at once, ‘both kinds.’ And then he’s asleep again, breathing Fujigaya’s skin, pleasantly warm.
Fujigaya sighs; his eyes are starting to close and Kitayama’s arms remain unfairly strong even when he’s dead to the world. And so, snaking and arm across Kitayama’s - ew, still sticky- belly, Fujigaya lets his mind kick away all the important stuff and falls asleep too. His last thought is that he should probably set the alarm.
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‘I will kill you,’ says Fujigaya, “ I will kill you and hide you in Yara’s car and no one will ever find out’.
Kitayama’s eating that damn aloe yoghurt again, and thus slowing down their waling speed by at least, well, a lot. Fujigaya feels a headache coming on.
Fujigaya tugs at Kitayama’s wrist, and pulls. Nothing happens except for him nearly tripping over himself. His hand is caught instead, fingers lacing through his.
‘Relax, Taisuke,’ Kitayama says, ‘we’re already late anyway. I’m sure they’ll understand that we’re tired.’
He’s right. Fujigaya sighs and slows down to a walk.
-
Fujigaya grudgingly supposes that Kitayama does make a pretty good leader after all. He’s not exactly responsible and doesn’t even attempt to be. But things fall in place quicker when Kitayama is there, unlike when, say, Fujigaya is alone and trying to control the hormonal kouhai.
‘Juice?’ Kitayama plonks next to Fujigaya and sighs. It’s not an unhappy sigh, just a tad tired. Fujigaya grabs Kitayama’s fingers and squeezes a little.
‘Thanks,” he says softly, taking the can of juice. It’s not just for the juice though. Fujigaya smiles a little when Kitayama squeezes back, because he knows it too.
-
‘Come home with me after filming?’ It’s a not a question, but Fujigaya nods anyway; it’s amazing when a drama can do for a drying relationship. They don’t hold hands on the way to Kitayama’s apartment because that’s too dangerous now, but when they do reach Kitayama’s door, Kitayama makes sure to press Fujigaya up against it and kiss him senseless.
He would have done more, if his mother hadn’t appeared, way too close and far too happy about her son making out on their front door.
‘You’re always welcome, Fujigaya-kun,’ She says, as Kitayama hustles Fujigaya to his room.
-
‘That never happened,’ Kitayama says and dumps himself on his bed, dirty jeans and all.
‘You’re disgusting,’ says Fujigaya without much heat; he’s too tired for that. He grabs the set of jammies he keeps at Kitayama’s house just in case and throws a pair of boxers at Kitayama’s head.
He half expects Kitayama to try some sort of sexual advance when he flops down on the bed. All Kitayama does though, is tug him a little closer so he can use Fujigaya’s arm as a pillow.
‘’Night Taipi,’ Kitayama says.
He doesn’t get a reply though, Fujigaya’s already asleep.
-
For once, it’s Kitayama who watches Fujigaya drool all over the pillows. He even indulges in fond smile when he watches Fujigaya wriggle a little (which messes his hair up quite a bit more than a little). It’s a nice thing to do, Kitayama decides; watching someone special sleep.
And it’s not like Fujigaya isn’t himself around Kitayama, but when he’s sleeping, Kitayama finds that Fujigaya is really, really still that slightly awkward, puffy cheeked brat that he was from years and years ago.
Kitayama brushes a thumb over Fujigaya’s nose. ‘Sleep tight,’ he whispers.
Fujigaya smiles in his sleep.
-
‘We should do this more during concerts,’ Kitayama says, mouth barely moving (it’s a skill one develops over time) as they walk in peaceable silence, ‘The kouhai just can’t get it right.’
Fujigaya reaches over to pinch Kitayama’s cheeks and beams for the camera, somehow overcome with overwhelming affection that sets of little tingles in his heart. ‘You know,’ he says, when Kitayama stops flailing and the cameraman stops grinning maniacally, ‘I really like you.’
And so it’s not really for show when Kitayama grins back at Fujigaya and pulls him so close that their noses bump.
‘Yeah, I know.’
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