Tokyo Taisho, 1919 (chapter 3) - A story in Asakusa
Title: Tokyo Taisho, 1919
Author: lalois
Fandom: Kanjani8, Arashi, others
Pairings: RyOhkura + others to come
Rating: from PG to NC17. Chapter is PG
Length: chaptered story
Words: 3685
Genre: historical AU, gender-bender, romance, drama, flirting, ust, angst, smut, introspection, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: sadly I don’t own anything about Kanjani8, just my worship for my OTP.
Prompt/Summary/Background: Early twenties, Osaka/Tokyo. Ryo gets invited in Tokyo by his longtime childhood friend Jun. There, he'll get to know a whole new world. A long night chat between Ryo and Jun, after the performances at the Okiyama.
Written on: December 2013 - January 2019. Chpt translated as of April 2019.
Previous chapters: -1- -2-
Also available @ Ao3, LJ , DW
A smug smile escapes my lips.
"Diva. Obviously," I murmur, nodding.
"What do you mean with 'obviously'?" Ryo asks, narrowing his eyes.
"Obviously... nothing," I do mock him, as cunning as I can.
"Jun...," he sighs, furrowing in that particular way of his that makes him utterly adorable.
"Yes?"
"I am not... interested," my dear friend grumbles low, vaguely embarrassed.
Author: lalois
Fandom: Kanjani8, Arashi, others
Pairings: RyOhkura + others to come
Rating: from PG to NC17. Chapter is PG
Length: chaptered story
Words: 3685
Genre: historical AU, gender-bender, romance, drama, flirting, ust, angst, smut, introspection, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: sadly I don’t own anything about Kanjani8, just my worship for my OTP.
Prompt/Summary/Background: Early twenties, Osaka/Tokyo. Ryo gets invited in Tokyo by his longtime childhood friend Jun. There, he'll get to know a whole new world. A long night chat between Ryo and Jun, after the performances at the Okiyama.
Written on: December 2013 - January 2019. Chpt translated as of April 2019.
Previous chapters: -1- -2-
Also available @ Ao3, LJ , DW
A smug smile escapes my lips.
"Diva. Obviously," I murmur, nodding.
"What do you mean with 'obviously'?" Ryo asks, narrowing his eyes.
"Obviously... nothing," I do mock him, as cunning as I can.
"Jun...," he sighs, furrowing in that particular way of his that makes him utterly adorable.
"Yes?"
"I am not... interested," my dear friend grumbles low, vaguely embarrassed.