[FIC] BRAINFREEZE (RYOSHIGE)
Ok, guys. I bring you more fic!!
Hope you enjoy it, because I had a lot of fun with this one.
Title: Brainfreeze
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Ryoshige, with a tiny mention of NEWS
Disclaimer: Disclaimers made me sad. :( Look here: if I owned NEWS, I would not be here writing fic. Oh no. I would be off having a massive orgy.
Summary: Shige thinks too much. Ryo is there to help.
Shige can’t remember a time when his brain wasn’t thinking.
Every second of everyday, Inner Shige is always hard at work. Be it in school, at home, or even when he’s lying on the bed, trying hard to fall asleep, Shige’s brain just constantly finds things to philosophize on.
Like, what percentage of water is purely H2O?
Or, if I go out with Massu today, will I have time to finish my paper for Tuesday?
And most importantly, JUST how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop? (Even after a whole bag of Tootsie Roll pops, he still hasn’t figured it out.)
So, when Shige finally experienced a moment when his brain finally shut down, he was, to say the least, shocked.
Shocked that it happened in school. (A place where your brain is supposed to be working it’s cerebellum off.)
Shocked that it was caused by someone other than himself.
And shocked that that “someone else” was Ryo.
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A week prior to the event, Shige had needed a partner for his presentation. His professor had required that they bring in a friend to defend in a mock trial. After having no luck with his old acquaintances, Shige turned to his group members.
He felt like an idiot.
Everyone, except Ryo, turned him down. Ryo just pretended Shige hadn’t opened his mouth.
So, when Ryo came up to him late that afternoon, and told him that he’d help, Shige was struck dumb.
“Why?” he’d finally croaked.
Ryo turned to leave. “It doesn’t come with an explanation.”
They were supposed to meet in front of the university early Saturday morning, to practice.
Of all days for Shige to wake up late.
By the time he reaches the school, it’s already 10:30. A very pissed-off Ryo is leaning on the gates. “You’re late!” he hisses. Shige bows quickly, “I’m sorry! My alarm didn’t go off.” Ryo glares. “I almost left. Now hurry up and let’s go. I’m freezing.”
As Ryo stalks down the walk, breath condensing in angry puffs, Shige can’t help but wonder, “Why didn’t you?”
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“No, no, no!” Shige sighs in exasperation. “You have to put more feeling into it. At least try to seem like you’ve been framed.” He waves the paper at Ryo. “What happened to that great actor people say you are??”
Ryo scoffs. “At least people tell me I’m a great actor.”
Shige can’t believe what he’s gotten himself into. That’s what I get for actually thinking Ryo had changed. He laughs bitterly to himself. How could I have been so naïve?
“What’s so funny?” Ryo glances over, an annoyed look on his face.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Shige throws the paper at the desk, only to have it flutter pathetically onto the floor. He gives up. “In fact, Ryo, I just remembered an important meeting I have this afternoon. Let’s just end this here, and on Monday, you can choose whether or not you want to come. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Ryo’s glare turns into confusion. “What? Why? What are you babbling about, stupid?”
Enough is enough.
“YES! I’m stupid! I’m stupid for putting myself into this situation! And I’m stupid for actually thinking you would help me. I’m just a total---SHIT!!” Shige pulls back his hand. He had bent down to snatch up the fallen piece of paper, but in his anger, just ended up slicing his finger on the quick edge.
As a drop of blood bubbles from the cut, Shige can feel the sting of tears at the back of his throat. Don’t you dare cry! he screams at himself. If you do, he’ll never let you forget it.
Suddenly, a hand closes over his. Shige doesn’t remember seeing Ryo get up, let alone walk up right next to him, but Ryo’s hand is warm, and although he hates to admit it, Shige feels comforted by it.
Ryo scrutinizes the cut. “Tch. You really are an idiot.” Indignant protests bubble up in Shige’s throat, but they never get the chance to shine.
For at that moment, Ryo places his lips over Shige’s fingers, and runs his tongue over the wound.
Shige stops breathing.
Ryo studies his handiwork. “It’s clean,” he declares seriously, before letting go of Shige’s hand.
Shige doesn’t know what to say. “Th-thanks…but you really didn’t have to do that.” It’s hard to look Ryo in the eye.
“I wanted to” is the simple reason Ryo gives for his actions.
An awkward silence follows, before Shige clears his throat loudly. “So...let’s meet up on Monday then.” He gets up, eager to leave, but is stopped short by Ryo’s next statement.
“I don’t usually do that to everyone.” His face is serious and for the first time ever, Ryo is talking to Shige without any hostility.
“Wh-so what do-what about it?” Shige has no clue where this is going.
Ryo’s tone remains the same. “I think I deserve something in return.” Now, Shige is confused. Yet, he can’t stop the little twinge of anger that rises up inside him.
“Something in return??” he cries. “You come up to me and impulsively do whatever…whatever you feel like doing, and now you ask me to pay you back??” Ryo’s eyes remain hard. “So are you?”
At first, Shige thinks Ryo is just playing another cruel trick on him. But as the seconds tick by, and Ryo’s face shows no signs of laughter, Shige begins to see that he’s serious.
Running his hand through his hair in exasperation, Shige gives in. “Fine, Ryo. What the hell do you want from me?”
Ryo leans back, and stares at Shige, eyes smoldering from beneath his dark lashes. Inexplicably, Shige feels his heart beat faster.
“I want you to kiss me.”
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Shige shouldn’t have agreed. But the way Ryo was looking at him made his stomach twist.
He shouldn’t have blinding rushed in and been the initiator. But he was sick and tired of having Ryo look down on him. He wanted to prove himself.
And most of all, he probably shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as he did. But the moment his lips touched Ryo’s, it felt like he’d finally found his answers.
Water is 80% pure H2O.
Screw my paper; I’m going with Massu.
And who the hell cares about how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop?
But suddenly, Ryo pulled away. Shige opened his eyes slowly, just a little forlorn about the loss of warmth from his lips.
That was, until Ryo grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him against the wall.
Shige can’t think clearly.
Not when Ryo has him pinned between his warm body and the cold wall. Staring at him through half-lidded eyes. And leaning in closer.
As Ryo kisses corner of his mouth, Shige barely hears his whisper. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Shige tries to fix him with a disgruntled glare. “I thought you hated me.” Ryo reaches up and tugs on a tuft of hair. “I did. Until you got a haircut.”
Before Shige can object, Ryo grins and kisses the tip of his nose. “I’m kidding.” He presses another kiss to his forehead.
“Thanks. You’re a bastard.” Shige feels Ryo’s warm breath on his face as he laughs. Ryo shrugs. “I get that a lot.” Then, he covers Shige’s mouth with his own, and there’s no more talking.
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The world seems to stand still.
Shige has no clue how much time as passed, or if time is passing at all. He can’t hear anything, besides the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears and their harsh breathing. He can’t think. He can’t speak. All he can do is feel.
So when Ryo asks him a question, it takes Shige a full two minutes to realize he had said anything at all. “W-What?” he mumbles. Ryo nibbles on his earlobe. “I said,” he whispers hotly, “I’ve always wanted to do it in school.”
A white-hot spark of surprise zips down Shige’s spine. “In-in school??” He shakes his head, trying to wake himself from the haze of pleasure. Ryo’s lips slide down to his neck. “Please?” he breathes, mouth whispering across the underside of his jaw. Shige opens his
mouth to resist, but then Ryo starts to suck on his pulse point, and all he can do is hiss out a “Yes…”
When Ryo pulls up to look Shige in the eye, he’s grinning like an idiot. He leans in close; the tips of their noses touch. “How many rows of seats are there in the lecture hall?” he asks, their breathes mingling. “Thir-Thirty six.” Shige breathes. Ryo’s grin grows.
Suddenly, Shige squeaks in surprise and jumps. “W-what is-are you doing, Ryo??!” Ryo’s hand had somehow wriggled into the front pocket of Shige’s jeans, and was wriggling around the inside of it. Eyes shining mischievously, Ryo pulls out Shige’s cell phone and dangles it in his face.
“You better cancel that appointment,” he drawls seductively. “This may take a while.”
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Come Monday morning, Kato Shigeaki will be absent from school for the first time.
No one knows why.
Nor can anyone explain why there is a pair of black Dolce and Gabbana boxers hanging from the speaker’s podium in the lecture hall.
Alrighty then. Now, I'll go start the homework I put off to type this thing.
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