[oneshot] Peach flower - Sanada/Yasui
...hm. Okay.
It's been a while since the last time I actually wrote something - and it's been a while since the last time I wrote anything at all in English, not to mention that I only ever wrote drabbles and I'm not even confident enough for those. 8D
But, anyway. I love crazy_otaku911 very very much, she's awesome and she's the only one beside me that has this thing for Sanada/Yasui. BUT THEY'RE CUTE, AND RIGHT NOW WE HAVE ALL THE REASONS TO SHIP THEM FOREVER AND EVER.
I wrote this a while ago, when Sanada was constantly being pushed up to the front alongside MassuRyo. I admit I kind of miss those times, because even if I love Sanada when he's with Snowmen, at least I had more chances to see him in Shokura. >D I hope he'll get enough screen time again now that Shounentachi is over and there's noon boyz and Abe is back.
ANYWAY. In those Shokura you constantly see Sanada being introduced only as "Sanada Yuuma", and he often was with MassuRyo, Taiga, Yasui and the other kids of their unit without a name. We (Rinnie and me) started shipping them back then. The fact that we gained a reason to do so an year and half later doesn't touch us. 8D
Enough rant.
Be good to me?
Title: Peach Flower
Pairing: Sanada Yuuma x Yasui Kentaro
Genre: most likely fluff? But not really.
Rating: PG/PG-13 for implied things.
Comments: Written for my lovely crazy_otaku911 ♥
Warnings: I'm not a native English speaker, also, I have issues with dividing into paragraphs, since it does work differently in my language. lol, if the dividing is weird, tell me?
Disclaimer: Only thing I own is a stuffed penguin I named Sanapenguin. Does it count..?
Peach Flower
Actually, he was starting to feel nervous.
He still didn’t understand how those kind of things worked, how could a boy be a perfect nobody one day and become the new Shokura boy the day after. He was suddenly being pushed in the spotlight, alone - or better said, with boys he didn’t really know well around him.
They weren’t his bandmates, though, the bandmates with whom he barely managed to get a proper unit’s name before being thrown apart.
It was okay, he supposed, the manager reassured them that their unit wasn’t being disbanded, they were still together - but, as a matter of fact, he wasn’t anymore just one of the main vocalists of Mis Snow Man. He wasn’t even the guy who was in TOP3 with Hashimoto Ryosuke and the other tall boy.
He was just Sanada Yuuma - not a part of anything anymore.
They were just Sanada Yuuma, Masuda Ryo, Taiga Kyomoto and a bunch of other guys, not a unit, not solo artists, not random backdancers or fresh juniors, not something that can be defined in one word.
The funny fact was that, actually, they were working quite well together.
The guys were okay - funny, silent, hardworking, silly, cute, sweet, noisy, but they were a nice bunch.
Except that one boy.
His name was Kentaro Yasui, he was cute, he was tiny, he was quiet.
He was one of them but it didn’t feel like that, around him.
He had that kind of unattainable aura around him, even though he only probably was fourteen or fifteen, around Taiga’s age.
He rarely spoke, but when he did, his voice was coming out delicately, almost girly. He didn’t like it, when other people called him girly, though, and those were the rare moments when his voice came out angry, pissed off. But still girly.
The truth was that Sanada found him rather cute, but he wasn’t one to put himself in danger by saying those kind of things, so he just kept at a safe distance, like the others suggested many times.
Not that there was a real need to do that - Yasui stayed with them only during the rehearsals for Shokura, dancing or singing with all of his might, never making mistakes.
And then, as soon as he disappeared in the shower, he was gone. Vanished into thin air.
As the time went by, Sanada’s interest towards the-boy-that-rarely-spoke faded.
He had his own problems to deal with, after all, with all the sudden fame and, on top of everything, the fact that Nozawa was feeling depressed for being the one left behind.
Even Yuuki himself probably knew that Sanada couldn’t do much about it, but he couldn’t help blaming it all on his friend anyway.
And Sanada, on the other hand, knew that Nozawa was probably just feeling lonely and frustrated, but he couldn’t help getting slightly - slightly because he was a gentle creature that would never get angry for real, actually - angry every time either.
Unfortunately, Nozawa knew him well enough to read his emotions in his eyes, and understood when he was angry anyway, and the quarrels were starting to be inevitable.
The last one had been particularly tiring, with all the screams and the tears that Nozawa obviously denied were even there, like the good emotional girl he’s always been.
Sanada was sprawled on the floor of the dance hall, immersed in his thoughts, just on the verge of thinking that maybe he was the one who did something wrong, to piss Nozawa off like that.
A gentle and delicate voice suddenly interrupted the train of his thoughts - not that he was really thinking something that clever, he was just trapped between the “stupid Nozawa” and the “maybe I should go find him or something” - startling him.
“This is how fame works, you know that, right? You don’t have to feel guilty.”
The-boy-that-rarely-spoke entered the room, sounding unexpectedly sure of himself for someone who used his voice for what it seemed the first time in months.
He shot Sanada a weird look, before sitting down beside him, facing one of the big mirrors, stretching his legs.
“I… don’t feel guilty.”
“Oh, come on, give me some credit. I saw a lot of idiots like you, blaming on themselves something that isn’t even their fault.”
Yasui wasn’t even looking at Sanada while talking, he just looked absorbed in himself and his own thoughts, like he was voicing out some things that were bothering his mind.
Sanada, on the other hand, looked rather offended - except he wasn’t really, since he was one of those gentle creatures that don’t get offended easily.
“I’m not an idiot.”
“If you’re thinking that you should go and find your friend and apologize, yes, you are. This is how our agency works, and he should understand it, sooner or later.”
He stretched his arms, looking at his reflected image in the big mirror in front of him, with an unintelligible expression on his face.
“At least we know that sooner or later you’ll move ahead and leave us behind. I knew it the first time I saw you. You’re different.”
The tone of his voice had suddenly changed, his expression had even softened a bit - or maybe, it was just Sanada’s imagination.
Sanada wasn’t anywhere near to feeling better, though.
He frowned a bit, trying to catch the other’s eyes, failing miserably after a couple of tries.
“Why are you… I mean. You’re pretty talented too, Yasui-kun.”
The-boy-that-rarely-spoke - to be honest, he did speak a lot for one who was labeled like that - laughed a bit, shaking his head.
“Of course I am. I am perfectly aware of this, idiot. It’s not about the talent. It’s something else. You shine.”
Sanada didn’t even know if he should feel flattered for being shiny - was it even a compliment for a boy? - or insulted for being called idiot - for the second time in less than ten minutes, for all that mattered.
He just decided for a medium and wore an idiotic expression instead.
“I… what?”
Yasui rolled his eyes, but Sanada noticed a pretty little smile softening his features.
“You shine. You capture everyone’s looks. We can be ten people doing all together the same stupid dance step, but you’ll just… well, shine is the only word that comes up to my mind right now. You have something different.”
Their eyes finally met after those words, but it was Sanada’s turn to avoid the gaze, with a weird flustered smile.
“I’m not… well. You’re just shy. You still have time, you’re so young, Yasui-kun…”
And then, it just happened.
Yasui laughed out loud, with perfect white teeth showing, dimples and eyes closed.
He was beautiful, and noisy, and nothing like the-boy-that-rarely-spoke he was twenty minutes before, when he entered the room.
He was still laughing when he stood up, stretching his arms and looking at Sanada, shaking his head again.
“I’m older than you, brat.”
He gave him one last glance, before walking away, all long sleeves covering his pretty fingers and long sweatpants that dared him to stumble on his feet every step he took.
He stopped near the door, smiling, biting on his lower lip, looking at Sanada again.
“Want to take a coffee with me, brat?”
Sanada skipped a beat, staring at the mischievous smile that was gracing Yasui's features - and just couldn’t refuse.
The truth was that Yasui was rather noisy, for someone who was known as the-boy-that-rarely-spoke.
He talked a lot, he laughed, he loved sweets and vanilla flavoured tea, he got angry when Sanada randomly called him girl, but smiled again just a minute later.
He scented like a peach flower, his eyes sparkled - and Sanada was totally enchanted.
An hour later on the train, their fingers were entwined, and Yasui's head was peacefully resting on Sanada's shoulder, asleep.
His peach flower scent was now framed between the fibers of Sanada's woolen scarf.
...okay, how was it? Awful? y/y?
It's been a while since the last time I actually wrote something - and it's been a while since the last time I wrote anything at all in English, not to mention that I only ever wrote drabbles and I'm not even confident enough for those. 8D
But, anyway. I love crazy_otaku911 very very much, she's awesome and she's the only one beside me that has this thing for Sanada/Yasui. BUT THEY'RE CUTE, AND RIGHT NOW WE HAVE ALL THE REASONS TO SHIP THEM FOREVER AND EVER.
I wrote this a while ago, when Sanada was constantly being pushed up to the front alongside MassuRyo. I admit I kind of miss those times, because even if I love Sanada when he's with Snowmen, at least I had more chances to see him in Shokura. >D I hope he'll get enough screen time again now that Shounentachi is over and there's noon boyz and Abe is back.
ANYWAY. In those Shokura you constantly see Sanada being introduced only as "Sanada Yuuma", and he often was with MassuRyo, Taiga, Yasui and the other kids of their unit without a name. We (Rinnie and me) started shipping them back then. The fact that we gained a reason to do so an year and half later doesn't touch us. 8D
Enough rant.
Be good to me?
Title: Peach Flower
Pairing: Sanada Yuuma x Yasui Kentaro
Genre: most likely fluff? But not really.
Rating: PG/PG-13 for implied things.
Comments: Written for my lovely crazy_otaku911 ♥
Warnings: I'm not a native English speaker, also, I have issues with dividing into paragraphs, since it does work differently in my language. lol, if the dividing is weird, tell me?
Disclaimer: Only thing I own is a stuffed penguin I named Sanapenguin. Does it count..?
Peach Flower
Actually, he was starting to feel nervous.
He still didn’t understand how those kind of things worked, how could a boy be a perfect nobody one day and become the new Shokura boy the day after. He was suddenly being pushed in the spotlight, alone - or better said, with boys he didn’t really know well around him.
They weren’t his bandmates, though, the bandmates with whom he barely managed to get a proper unit’s name before being thrown apart.
It was okay, he supposed, the manager reassured them that their unit wasn’t being disbanded, they were still together - but, as a matter of fact, he wasn’t anymore just one of the main vocalists of Mis Snow Man. He wasn’t even the guy who was in TOP3 with Hashimoto Ryosuke and the other tall boy.
He was just Sanada Yuuma - not a part of anything anymore.
They were just Sanada Yuuma, Masuda Ryo, Taiga Kyomoto and a bunch of other guys, not a unit, not solo artists, not random backdancers or fresh juniors, not something that can be defined in one word.
The funny fact was that, actually, they were working quite well together.
The guys were okay - funny, silent, hardworking, silly, cute, sweet, noisy, but they were a nice bunch.
Except that one boy.
His name was Kentaro Yasui, he was cute, he was tiny, he was quiet.
He was one of them but it didn’t feel like that, around him.
He had that kind of unattainable aura around him, even though he only probably was fourteen or fifteen, around Taiga’s age.
He rarely spoke, but when he did, his voice was coming out delicately, almost girly. He didn’t like it, when other people called him girly, though, and those were the rare moments when his voice came out angry, pissed off. But still girly.
The truth was that Sanada found him rather cute, but he wasn’t one to put himself in danger by saying those kind of things, so he just kept at a safe distance, like the others suggested many times.
Not that there was a real need to do that - Yasui stayed with them only during the rehearsals for Shokura, dancing or singing with all of his might, never making mistakes.
And then, as soon as he disappeared in the shower, he was gone. Vanished into thin air.
As the time went by, Sanada’s interest towards the-boy-that-rarely-spoke faded.
He had his own problems to deal with, after all, with all the sudden fame and, on top of everything, the fact that Nozawa was feeling depressed for being the one left behind.
Even Yuuki himself probably knew that Sanada couldn’t do much about it, but he couldn’t help blaming it all on his friend anyway.
And Sanada, on the other hand, knew that Nozawa was probably just feeling lonely and frustrated, but he couldn’t help getting slightly - slightly because he was a gentle creature that would never get angry for real, actually - angry every time either.
Unfortunately, Nozawa knew him well enough to read his emotions in his eyes, and understood when he was angry anyway, and the quarrels were starting to be inevitable.
The last one had been particularly tiring, with all the screams and the tears that Nozawa obviously denied were even there, like the good emotional girl he’s always been.
Sanada was sprawled on the floor of the dance hall, immersed in his thoughts, just on the verge of thinking that maybe he was the one who did something wrong, to piss Nozawa off like that.
A gentle and delicate voice suddenly interrupted the train of his thoughts - not that he was really thinking something that clever, he was just trapped between the “stupid Nozawa” and the “maybe I should go find him or something” - startling him.
“This is how fame works, you know that, right? You don’t have to feel guilty.”
The-boy-that-rarely-spoke entered the room, sounding unexpectedly sure of himself for someone who used his voice for what it seemed the first time in months.
He shot Sanada a weird look, before sitting down beside him, facing one of the big mirrors, stretching his legs.
“I… don’t feel guilty.”
“Oh, come on, give me some credit. I saw a lot of idiots like you, blaming on themselves something that isn’t even their fault.”
Yasui wasn’t even looking at Sanada while talking, he just looked absorbed in himself and his own thoughts, like he was voicing out some things that were bothering his mind.
Sanada, on the other hand, looked rather offended - except he wasn’t really, since he was one of those gentle creatures that don’t get offended easily.
“I’m not an idiot.”
“If you’re thinking that you should go and find your friend and apologize, yes, you are. This is how our agency works, and he should understand it, sooner or later.”
He stretched his arms, looking at his reflected image in the big mirror in front of him, with an unintelligible expression on his face.
“At least we know that sooner or later you’ll move ahead and leave us behind. I knew it the first time I saw you. You’re different.”
The tone of his voice had suddenly changed, his expression had even softened a bit - or maybe, it was just Sanada’s imagination.
Sanada wasn’t anywhere near to feeling better, though.
He frowned a bit, trying to catch the other’s eyes, failing miserably after a couple of tries.
“Why are you… I mean. You’re pretty talented too, Yasui-kun.”
The-boy-that-rarely-spoke - to be honest, he did speak a lot for one who was labeled like that - laughed a bit, shaking his head.
“Of course I am. I am perfectly aware of this, idiot. It’s not about the talent. It’s something else. You shine.”
Sanada didn’t even know if he should feel flattered for being shiny - was it even a compliment for a boy? - or insulted for being called idiot - for the second time in less than ten minutes, for all that mattered.
He just decided for a medium and wore an idiotic expression instead.
“I… what?”
Yasui rolled his eyes, but Sanada noticed a pretty little smile softening his features.
“You shine. You capture everyone’s looks. We can be ten people doing all together the same stupid dance step, but you’ll just… well, shine is the only word that comes up to my mind right now. You have something different.”
Their eyes finally met after those words, but it was Sanada’s turn to avoid the gaze, with a weird flustered smile.
“I’m not… well. You’re just shy. You still have time, you’re so young, Yasui-kun…”
And then, it just happened.
Yasui laughed out loud, with perfect white teeth showing, dimples and eyes closed.
He was beautiful, and noisy, and nothing like the-boy-that-rarely-spoke he was twenty minutes before, when he entered the room.
He was still laughing when he stood up, stretching his arms and looking at Sanada, shaking his head again.
“I’m older than you, brat.”
He gave him one last glance, before walking away, all long sleeves covering his pretty fingers and long sweatpants that dared him to stumble on his feet every step he took.
He stopped near the door, smiling, biting on his lower lip, looking at Sanada again.
“Want to take a coffee with me, brat?”
Sanada skipped a beat, staring at the mischievous smile that was gracing Yasui's features - and just couldn’t refuse.
The truth was that Yasui was rather noisy, for someone who was known as the-boy-that-rarely-spoke.
He talked a lot, he laughed, he loved sweets and vanilla flavoured tea, he got angry when Sanada randomly called him girl, but smiled again just a minute later.
He scented like a peach flower, his eyes sparkled - and Sanada was totally enchanted.
An hour later on the train, their fingers were entwined, and Yasui's head was peacefully resting on Sanada's shoulder, asleep.
His peach flower scent was now framed between the fibers of Sanada's woolen scarf.
...okay, how was it? Awful? y/y?