Ficlets of Koyato and Yamapi Het
She was a small slip of a thing, although she couldn’t be said to be petit, she just hid behind her brown hair. She was mostly unnoticeable, that is to say Yamapi hadn’t noticed her at all until they slammed into one another outside of Literature of the early 20th Century one morning.
He always ran late, today was no different. He hadn’t been paying attention, instead preparing to give a quick wink to the teacher and the giggling girls in the front row before sliding into his normal seat in the fifth row. He sat between a junior named Yamada Akita or something like that and a sophomore kid who might or might not be on the baseball team. They’d flash him thumbs up and give him knowing smiles which Yamapi always returned before waggling his eyebrows at them.
The two collided outside the lecture hall, books falling everywhere onto the concrete, making angry sounds which Yamapi only dimly heard. He tried to grab the girl losing her balance, but she hit the ground with a soft thud against her backpack before Yamapi could reach her.
Neither Yamapi nor the girl moved for a moment, the girl slightly sprawled on her backback, her hair falling over both of her eyes. Yamapi took the moment to examine her, trying to place her in the class. Nothing came to mind. But, he smiled winningly anyways and gave his hand to help her up. Without looking up, she reached forward before hesitating and looking up. When she saw Yamapi’s idol smile, her face tightened and she withdrew her hand.
Yamapi stared, puzzled, and a dim recollection came to him of this girl sitting a few rows behind him that he had once passed on his way out of class early. She’d been hidden behind her hair again as she stared into space, a faint smile playing at her lips. She scrunched down in her seat, so only the tip of her head had been seen over the seat. Participation counted for a large part of their grade, so Yamapi wondered how she could pass the class when the girl couldn’t even be seen by the professor. When he passed her, the girl was in her own world, and suddenly her face light up in a smile that stretched from ear to ear. She wrote furiously in her notebook, and without meaning to, he caught a glimpse of a notebook filled with scribbled handwriting and messy doodles.
Yamapi stood frozen for a second as the girl started to gather her books, balancing them on one arm, before kneeling to help her. She stopped and regarded him for a second, her eyes meeting his. Her eyes were unflinching and unreadable, not exactly staring, but assessing, as if trying to find a meaning behind his actions. He felt a jolt of déjà vu, and for a second, he felt certain that they’d done this before. What was it? The first day of class?
Everyone else in the class had been crowded around him, trying to make friends, wanting to be closest to him. There’d been loud talking and plenty of giggling over-excited girls, who came to class hours early in order to meet their idol. She, however, arrived only two minutes before the class started and immediately made her way to a seat in an empty row near the back. Before sitting down, they’d exchanged eye contact. He’d been surprised, and more than a little scornful of how she just stared for a few moments, there’d been no awe, excitement, or even anger in her eyes-just a cool evaluation. She watched him for a minute or two before turning towards the window and staring out. Had she been avoiding his gaze? Unlikely. She seemed more interested in what went on outside than with Yamapi. It hadn’t been the first time someone ignored him, nor the last, but still important nonetheless.
And then she stood up from the ground with her books, gave a slight bow, and headed towards the lecture hall. Yamapi paused, and then reached out for a second time to grab her arm. He was more successful this time than the last and she turned around and stared at him again, her head tilting and confused. For a moment, Yamapi didn’t know what to do, but then he cleared his throat and introduced himself. “I’m Yamashita Tomohisa.”
She stared at him a second longer before smiling awkwardly and bowing again before walking into class. Yamapi followed her. Maybe he would change seats today; there seemed to be some empty seats near the back. Maybe today was the day to break the pattern.
Title: Sometimes Death Seems Imminent in Old Practice Rooms
Author:
partypaprika
Pairing: Koyato
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dealing with old practice rooms, death, and Koyama Keiichiro is all in a day's work for Shige.
Notes: Shige is so out of character. I have no words to defend myself. X D Un-betaed
Shige felt that he lived a very nice life. He was an idol, adored by thousands, perhaps even millions, of people, he went to a top university, and his dramatic career was starting to take off. So therefore, he reflected, it was slightly inconvenient that in all probability he was going to die in a grungy room in the old part of JE where there was no air conditioning. And it was all stupid Koyama’s fault.
The day had started out extraordinarily well-there had been delicious free bentos to eat, courtesy of the show he guest appeared on, in the morning. Practice had gone well over at JE, in fact, he’d been so on top of it, Shige actually perfected the routine first, before anyone else. Which, in hindsight, started the problem.
When Shige finished practicing, he planned to relax and read a textbook during his break. But Tegoshi “Waterworks” Yuya and Koyama “Evil Betrayer” Keiichiro had come over and begged Shige to go retrieve their forgotten sheet music from one of the practice rooms.
“Please Shige,” They had both said in unison. Koyama pouted and Shige rolled his eyes before Tegoshi cut in. “It’s just that since you’re so amazing, right? And you’ve already finished, so you have a small break! Shige is so awesome.” He looked up at Shige through his eyelashes, Tegoshi’s wide eyes catching the light and sparkling dangerously.
Shige would have liked to ignore them, but then Tegoshi’s lip had started quivering. Shige liked to consider himself smart, and he knew that the last time a junior had attempted to hold out against Tegoshi, he had been found in an unused bathroom on the fifth floor crying after having disappeared for three days. The junior had needed six months of counseling and was rumored to present Tegoshi with gifts everyday.
And Koyama, Koyama knew that no one could resist the power of Tegoshi. Shige would very much have liked to smack him, but didn’t want to risk upsetting Teogshi. So after reassuring Tegoshi that it would be no problem to go run to the practice room, Shige sent Koyama a glare that stated the two were clearly best friends no longer, and Shige hoped that Koyama lost all of his hair at a young age.
Shige found the room in an older part of JE, that hadn’t been renovated, or even cleaned, in ages. There were posters advertising the debut of the Arashi, and a vending machine that had a single can of Coca-Cola. The room hid at the end of the hallway, and the door seemed particularly hard to open, sticking in place and taking forever to pry open. When Shige finally managed to get in, he saw the music sheets in the back of the sound proof room; they were the only indication that someone had been in here even remotely recent. Everything else was covered by a layer of dust.
Shige grabbed the papers and headed back to the door, thankful to get out of the room as soon as possible. He’d only been there for a few minutes, and the heat already made him sweat. Shige wanted to be back in the air conditioned and cool area of JE as soon as possible, back with his book. He was so focused on his goal, that he didn’t even register the doorknob jamming. He stopped for a second, slightly surprised, before trying the doorknob again. It couldn’t be-no. The door was not jammed, because that would be ridiculous, and unfair, and he was having such a good day. It just couldn’t be possible. And so slightly more panicked, Shige tried to door again. And again. AND AGAIN. By now, Shige stopped trying the doorknob and began pounding against the door.
After five minutes of screaming in a panic, Shige finally forced himself to calm down. Idols do not panic, he told himself. They accept their fate gracefully with large smiles and large amounts of skin showing.
It seemed fairly certain to Shige that he might in fact die in this room. Probably of dehydration, but potentially from a heat stroke. The maintenance crew hadn’t been in here in years, and Koyama and Tegoshi probably had forgotten him. Stupid Koyama. They were totally not best friends anymore. Best friends did not let other best friends go into the old part of JE alone.
By now Shige started to feel significantly hotter. His shirt stuck to him awkwardly and it occurred to Shige that he really wanted to sit down. There was one chair in the back of the room that was covered in perhaps an inch of dust. So he did what any self respecting idol would do, he first took off his shirt and then thought. He finally came to a conclusion, and using his shirt, he wiped off the dust and sat down, striking a relaxed and inviting pose. He was a brave man, one of knowledge and experience; he would meet death as an equal.
This was how Koyama found him a quarter of an hour later, sitting in a chair and smiling suggestively. “Uhh, hey Shige,” Koyama had started slowly upon entering the room. “What are you doing?”
“I am meeting death,” Shige said scornfully. “Hey wait! What are you doi-DON’T LET THE DOOR CLOSE.” But it was too late. Koyama had stepped into the room, letting the door close behind him.
“Look what you’ve done!” Shige yelled. “Now we are locked in here and-and I hate you.”
Koyama looked slightly put out by that, but he came over to Shige anyways and sat in his lap.
“So we’re locked in?” Koyama asked slowly. “Whoops.”
“Yes. And I’m not talking to you.”
“And no one’s likely to walk in on us.”
“Sadly, no.” Shige responded. “They might find us weeks from now, dead from dehydration. And I’m still not talking to you.” He finished dramatically.
Koyama gave Shige a curious smile before turning around in Shige’s lap to slowly press their lips together. Shige felt a jolt from the unexpected heat and he tensed up before pushing Koyama back.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Shige demanded.
Koyama smiled again before saying, “Not talking to you.” And kissing Shige again. This time, he kissed a little more forcefully, pining Shige against the seat. He felt Koyama’s warm chapped lips against his own, and he struggled against Koyama’s hands.
Shige pushed them apart and managed a “When meeting death, making out is not appro-” before Koyama kissed him again, this time with his tongue drowning out any further sounds.
So it was that Tegoshi found them half an hour later in various states of undress, when he came to find the two. Shige blushed and quickly put back on his belt and dusty shirt, and then dashed out of the room back towards the dressing room. Koyama flashed Tegoshi a thumbs up and whispered, “I’ll send Massu to find the music in a couple minutes.” And winked before following in Shige’s direction.
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