[Fic - Drabbles] Touch (Yamapi x Maki)
Title: Touch
Author: kohee
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa x Horikita Maki
Summary: 5 x 100-word drabbles: The five times when they touched.
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Author's note: Have not written Yamaki (or anything else for that matter) for months omigosh. Anyway, I rewatched Kurosagi and I re-fell in love. They kill me, they really do. Also I still do not know what is plot, so do not expect that.
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first
He could not really remember the first time he touched her, but it was purely professional, of course. He was Akira, she was Nobuko (Nobuta) and it was one of the many school-at-rooftop scenes where he was just being Akira, hopping and jumping around Nobuta and Shuuji, alternating between whining and slurring his lines (in the drunk-on-soy-milk fashion), and he figured he must have grabbed Kame's hand before he grabbed Maki's.
But the truth was, the only thing he could remember clearly, with his long fingers encircling her wrist, was how small her hand seemed.
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second
They were standing together, making small talk that thankfully did not seem awkwardly polite, as he kept stealing glances at her out of the corner of his eye (and praying that she would not notice and think of him as a pervert), when one crew member, carrying a backdrop, nearly barreled her over. Instinctively, he reached out, and grabbed her wrist to keep her from falling.
She thanked him, smiling, and he was momentarily mesmerized by that smile, her skin warm under his fingertips, not even realising that he was still holding onto her hand until her gaze flitted downwards.
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third
It was a during a press conference announcing their second collaboration, and they were obligatorily posing for the cameras when photographers gestured for them to stand closer together. Almost without thinking, he slipped an arm around her shoulders, and he felt her arm around his waist. He looked down at her, she was so beautifully radiant, he was unable to look elsewhere.
When the light bulbs stopped flashing, they moved apart, averting each other's gaze.
And the next day, there was a picture of him in the papers, looking at her as if she was the only person that existed.
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fourth
She was slumped on the floor, crying at the feet of a seemingly unmoving old man, and it was his cue to approach her, and helped her up. And so he did that, gripping her by her slim shoulders and looking into her tear-stained face, and despite knowing it was but acting, his fingers tightened around her shoulders.
And with a gesture that almost seems natural, he then pulled her into a hug, hands moving down to her back, and she didn't pull away, her fingertips instead grazing his waist.
The moment was broken by a director's exasperated yelling.
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fifth
He asks her to be with him, and watches as uncertainty flits across her face. He knows she is afraid, afraid of falling if she takes the leap. He holds out his hand to her, and promises that he will not let her fall. She looks at his outstretched hand, and she looks at him, her eyes intent on his, her mouth curving in a smile. And then she takes a step forward and places her hand in his.
He smiles back, brushing back her bangs and as his fingers closes tightly around hers, he bends down and kisses her.
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- end drabbles -
I do realise I have something unfinished buried somewhere about. I'm stuck but I will try my absolute best to finish it. If you don't know what I am talking about, better still. :D
Comments are ♥ x infinity and appreciated so very very muchly.
Author: kohee
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa x Horikita Maki
Summary: 5 x 100-word drabbles: The five times when they touched.
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Author's note: Have not written Yamaki (or anything else for that matter) for months omigosh. Anyway, I rewatched Kurosagi and I re-fell in love. They kill me, they really do. Also I still do not know what is plot, so do not expect that.
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first
He could not really remember the first time he touched her, but it was purely professional, of course. He was Akira, she was Nobuko (Nobuta) and it was one of the many school-at-rooftop scenes where he was just being Akira, hopping and jumping around Nobuta and Shuuji, alternating between whining and slurring his lines (in the drunk-on-soy-milk fashion), and he figured he must have grabbed Kame's hand before he grabbed Maki's.
But the truth was, the only thing he could remember clearly, with his long fingers encircling her wrist, was how small her hand seemed.
-
second
They were standing together, making small talk that thankfully did not seem awkwardly polite, as he kept stealing glances at her out of the corner of his eye (and praying that she would not notice and think of him as a pervert), when one crew member, carrying a backdrop, nearly barreled her over. Instinctively, he reached out, and grabbed her wrist to keep her from falling.
She thanked him, smiling, and he was momentarily mesmerized by that smile, her skin warm under his fingertips, not even realising that he was still holding onto her hand until her gaze flitted downwards.
-
third
It was a during a press conference announcing their second collaboration, and they were obligatorily posing for the cameras when photographers gestured for them to stand closer together. Almost without thinking, he slipped an arm around her shoulders, and he felt her arm around his waist. He looked down at her, she was so beautifully radiant, he was unable to look elsewhere.
When the light bulbs stopped flashing, they moved apart, averting each other's gaze.
And the next day, there was a picture of him in the papers, looking at her as if she was the only person that existed.
-
fourth
She was slumped on the floor, crying at the feet of a seemingly unmoving old man, and it was his cue to approach her, and helped her up. And so he did that, gripping her by her slim shoulders and looking into her tear-stained face, and despite knowing it was but acting, his fingers tightened around her shoulders.
And with a gesture that almost seems natural, he then pulled her into a hug, hands moving down to her back, and she didn't pull away, her fingertips instead grazing his waist.
The moment was broken by a director's exasperated yelling.
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fifth
He asks her to be with him, and watches as uncertainty flits across her face. He knows she is afraid, afraid of falling if she takes the leap. He holds out his hand to her, and promises that he will not let her fall. She looks at his outstretched hand, and she looks at him, her eyes intent on his, her mouth curving in a smile. And then she takes a step forward and places her hand in his.
He smiles back, brushing back her bangs and as his fingers closes tightly around hers, he bends down and kisses her.
-----
- end drabbles -
I do realise I have something unfinished buried somewhere about. I'm stuck but I will try my absolute best to finish it. If you don't know what I am talking about, better still. :D
Comments are ♥ x infinity and appreciated so very very muchly.