010; Drabble: Reasonable
Title: Reasonable
Pairing: Okamoto Keito/Yamada Ryosuke
Genre: Humor (kind of?)
Rating: PG
Okamoto’s the type of guy who observes rather than jumps head first into situations. He’d much rather avoid arguments instead of butting in. He’d much prefer to be silent during any other situations except when being asked for opinions only. He sometimes may overthink the choices at hand when time comes, but he makes only what he thinks is the wisest decision.
More often than not, people come to him for suggestions and advices; something that he thinks himself may or may not credible enough to give any. But their persistence crumbles Okamoto’s wall of defense, so from one of his friends to another, Okamoto is slowly becoming the ‘listener’.
Sometimes his advice doesn’t work, but Okamoto doesn’t dwell on it too much. Even when his friend complains to his face, Okamoto would shrug his shoulder in dismissal, saying that they shouldn’t have come to Okamoto in the first place.
It’s true; none of this is what Okamoto wanted to be. Being reasonable doesn’t mean that he likes to be spilled sorrows to, he just judges people with his mind, but this-this, people coming to him as if they’ve committed a sin and in need of reconciliations, is something that grates on his nerves, however not keen on being unreasonable to ditch his friends altogether.
A man comes to him one day, and he vaguely recognizes the handsome features. Okamoto acknowledges him with a simple nod, indicating that he’s ready to be chatted to. And as he spews more and more about himself to Okamoto-who’s pretty close to being a complete stranger, Okamoto feels a sense of familiarity rushing through his mind. Does Okamoto know him from somewhere? The man's certainly famil-
“Oh, I’m Yamada Ryosuke by the way.”
Ah. Of course. He has these very friendly and delicate features, someone that you’d see in advertisements on TV. He knows Okamoto from a friend probably, but they’re barely acquaintances, since Okamoto doesn’t really get close with anyone at all. He remembers vividly of Yamada leaving out his name out in the open for Okamoto to hear, but he’s rather a forgetful person himself. So that’s what his name is. Interesting.
He nods as the man continues to chatter away. And as it goes on, Yamada’s eyes become increasingly glassy, and every so often he’d look up to the ceiling, intended to blink his invisible tears away. Okamoto looks at him with a blank stare, his posture straight and stiff as usual. This man tittle-tattles away, while Okamoto almost fights a yawn.
Yamada probably can notice Okamoto’s bored stance, so he enquires Okamoto’s current thoughts. The latter provides him with a reasonable explanation towards his current predicament, something along the line of ‘she’s a douche, why not break up with her and just move on with your pathetic life?’ sans the last part. Seeing as the man nods in comprehension, he sighs, whether in relief or dismay, he doesn’t know.
Yamada finally stops at what he’s doing; his shoulder suddenly slumped forward as if he’s exhausted. Okamoto blinks when the handsome man wrenches his gaze up at him all of a sudden, locked onto his in an intense stare-something that Okamoto realizes wasn’t there during his ‘confession’.
This intensity is killing him.
This man grins, and then says, with such confidence that Okamoto can’t help but be surprised, “So is that a yes or a no?”
Okamoto blinks once, twice, and on his lap he fiddles his fingers idly. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
Yamada Ryosuke, if possible, grins even wider, showing a row of pearl milky white teeth. “Yes…” He advances closer to where Okamoto’s at, and the latter feels suffocated as his heart thumping so loudly against his chest the man can probably hear it. “…or No?”
“…Yes…?”
The man surprisingly leans back to create a safe distance between he and Okamoto, and he almost laughs at Okamoto’s obvious relief that etches upon his features once he does. “Good. Tomorrow, 7 o’clock. Dinner. Don’t be late.”
Before Okamoto can even begin processing the words thrown at him all of a sudden, the man rises from his seat, downing the last bit of water that Okamoto has provided him, slams down a piece of paper that Okamoto finds himself scared of, and leaves immediately. The soft click of the door being closed is something that Okamoto finds highly relieving, it's like being finally able to find a toilet after so long of holding your urine in. Everything that's spewed out in Yamada's ‘confession’ right until this point was a mere big fat lie, maybe, who knows. But one thing he does, is that he has a date to catch tomorrow.
And for someone as reasonable as Okamoto, he doesn’t have any reasonable reason to say no to that.
A/N: i love okayama dey so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh and i wrote this actually days ago, but failed to post this up for some personal reasons :(((( i have a takanoo to write tho kukukuku
Pairing: Okamoto Keito/Yamada Ryosuke
Genre: Humor (kind of?)
Rating: PG
Okamoto’s the type of guy who observes rather than jumps head first into situations. He’d much rather avoid arguments instead of butting in. He’d much prefer to be silent during any other situations except when being asked for opinions only. He sometimes may overthink the choices at hand when time comes, but he makes only what he thinks is the wisest decision.
More often than not, people come to him for suggestions and advices; something that he thinks himself may or may not credible enough to give any. But their persistence crumbles Okamoto’s wall of defense, so from one of his friends to another, Okamoto is slowly becoming the ‘listener’.
Sometimes his advice doesn’t work, but Okamoto doesn’t dwell on it too much. Even when his friend complains to his face, Okamoto would shrug his shoulder in dismissal, saying that they shouldn’t have come to Okamoto in the first place.
It’s true; none of this is what Okamoto wanted to be. Being reasonable doesn’t mean that he likes to be spilled sorrows to, he just judges people with his mind, but this-this, people coming to him as if they’ve committed a sin and in need of reconciliations, is something that grates on his nerves, however not keen on being unreasonable to ditch his friends altogether.
A man comes to him one day, and he vaguely recognizes the handsome features. Okamoto acknowledges him with a simple nod, indicating that he’s ready to be chatted to. And as he spews more and more about himself to Okamoto-who’s pretty close to being a complete stranger, Okamoto feels a sense of familiarity rushing through his mind. Does Okamoto know him from somewhere? The man's certainly famil-
“Oh, I’m Yamada Ryosuke by the way.”
Ah. Of course. He has these very friendly and delicate features, someone that you’d see in advertisements on TV. He knows Okamoto from a friend probably, but they’re barely acquaintances, since Okamoto doesn’t really get close with anyone at all. He remembers vividly of Yamada leaving out his name out in the open for Okamoto to hear, but he’s rather a forgetful person himself. So that’s what his name is. Interesting.
He nods as the man continues to chatter away. And as it goes on, Yamada’s eyes become increasingly glassy, and every so often he’d look up to the ceiling, intended to blink his invisible tears away. Okamoto looks at him with a blank stare, his posture straight and stiff as usual. This man tittle-tattles away, while Okamoto almost fights a yawn.
Yamada probably can notice Okamoto’s bored stance, so he enquires Okamoto’s current thoughts. The latter provides him with a reasonable explanation towards his current predicament, something along the line of ‘she’s a douche, why not break up with her and just move on with your pathetic life?’ sans the last part. Seeing as the man nods in comprehension, he sighs, whether in relief or dismay, he doesn’t know.
Yamada finally stops at what he’s doing; his shoulder suddenly slumped forward as if he’s exhausted. Okamoto blinks when the handsome man wrenches his gaze up at him all of a sudden, locked onto his in an intense stare-something that Okamoto realizes wasn’t there during his ‘confession’.
This intensity is killing him.
This man grins, and then says, with such confidence that Okamoto can’t help but be surprised, “So is that a yes or a no?”
Okamoto blinks once, twice, and on his lap he fiddles his fingers idly. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
Yamada Ryosuke, if possible, grins even wider, showing a row of pearl milky white teeth. “Yes…” He advances closer to where Okamoto’s at, and the latter feels suffocated as his heart thumping so loudly against his chest the man can probably hear it. “…or No?”
“…Yes…?”
The man surprisingly leans back to create a safe distance between he and Okamoto, and he almost laughs at Okamoto’s obvious relief that etches upon his features once he does. “Good. Tomorrow, 7 o’clock. Dinner. Don’t be late.”
Before Okamoto can even begin processing the words thrown at him all of a sudden, the man rises from his seat, downing the last bit of water that Okamoto has provided him, slams down a piece of paper that Okamoto finds himself scared of, and leaves immediately. The soft click of the door being closed is something that Okamoto finds highly relieving, it's like being finally able to find a toilet after so long of holding your urine in. Everything that's spewed out in Yamada's ‘confession’ right until this point was a mere big fat lie, maybe, who knows. But one thing he does, is that he has a date to catch tomorrow.
And for someone as reasonable as Okamoto, he doesn’t have any reasonable reason to say no to that.
A/N: i love okayama dey so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh and i wrote this actually days ago, but failed to post this up for some personal reasons :(((( i have a takanoo to write tho kukukuku