The one thing we have in common
Pairing: Aiba/Kame
Rating: PG
Summary: Aiba and Kame weren't friends, in fact when they started talking, they didn't even have much in common. So why is it that Kame feels butterflies in his stomach?
Disclaimer: Don't own them, obviously
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They would always pass each other in the hallways but neither really even said anything to each other. It was kind of unspoken: Arashi had debuted before anybody else, at least of the newer generation and there was a sort of unspoken rule that nobody really talked to them unless it was necessary. They were practically JE royalty. It wasn’t like others weren’t famous, of course Kame was, it’s just that he wasn’t a part of Arashi. It went without saying that Arashi members were very close and in Kame’s opinion, almost too close. KAT-TUN was close, but with the members of Arashi, it was almost unheard of that they hung out with other people.
Aiba was always unsure of why nobody outside of Arashi ever really talked to him, it wasn’t like he wasn’t friendly. In fact, just the other day he went up to a group of Juniors and wanted to have lunch with them. They spoke formally to him and politely agreed, but the entire time they were uncomfortable and seemed afraid of him.
In the KAT-TUN dressing room after seeing a few members of Arashi pass him in the hallway, Kame commented to the other members “Don’t you think that they are a little cliquish?”
Koki laughed, “What is this, high school? I just think that everybody is intimidated by them.”
“You think that they would just talk to anyone?” Kame asked.
“Firstly, you’re not just anyone, you’re Kamenashi freaking Kazuya, and secondly, I don’t think that they are intentionally standoffish.” Kame considered what Koki said and the next time he passed Aiba in the hallway he paused for a split second remembering Koki’s words.
“You were really good in Mineneko Holmes.” Kame said and continued on his way. The sound of his voice stopped Aiba in his tracks and he turned around.
“You watched?”
“Of course,” Aiba smiled at the fact that someone that wasn’t in Arashi was talking to him and that Kamenashi, though he was busy, had seen his drama. “Do you maybe want to grab something to eat later?” Aiba asked with as much courage as he could muster and Kame smiled at him.
“Sure.” It was the beginning of one of the most bizarre friendships the Jimusho had ever seen.
They met up after work for dinner, and of course, like most first meetings over dinner it was awkward.
“Have you been following the baseball scene lately?” Kame asked as he dipped a french fry in ketchup before popping it in his mouth.
“I’m not really a baseball fan.” Aiba said matter-of-factly.
“And you call yourself Japanese.” Kame joked.
They ate their meal pleasantly and soon began to feel comfortable with each other, but there were conversation lulls as they found that outside of the Jimusho there were few things that they had in common.
“Do you like animals?” Aiba asked, it was a well-known fact that Aiba loved all kinds of animals.
“Just dogs. But I don’t like a lot of other ones.” Aiba frowned. As the dinner ended, it was evident that they were incredibly different people and probably the Jimusho and being idols were the only things that they had in common, but as Kame waved goodbye to Aiba, he felt the tingling sensation of butterflies in his stomach as he watched Aiba’s back move further and further away from him.
In the privacy of his own home, watching old Arashi videos, Kame was able to identify this feeling. Love. Or at least the beginnings of it.
The next day Kame asked Aiba to hang out with him and he agreed and they headed over to Kame’s apartment to watch the latest episode of Mineneko Holmes.
Once again as they sat without saying much, probably because neither knew what to say Kame felt the butterflies in his stomach. There wasn’t a reason for this attraction, he told himself. They have nothing in common, but perhaps, before he even realized it, it was the reason that he had even spoke to Aiba.
When the credits began to roll, he looked over at Aiba and swallowed. “I know we don’t really have much in common-” Kame started.
“We have nothing in common.” Aiba smiled back.
“We have nothing in common.” Kame conceded. “I really like you. I think I’ve liked you for a long time, which I why I finally mustered the courage to talk to you, and I can’t pinpoint a reason as to why I like you. Maybe there isn’t even one, but when I’m around you I get butterflies in my stomach and I think I’m falling for you.” Kame felt a warm blush cover his cheeks and waited for Aiba’s response.
“I was wrong. We have something in common because I think I’m falling for you too.” Aiba leaned down and sweetly kissed Kame and cupped his cheek.
“But we have nothing in common, how can we be together?” Aiba just shrugged at Kame’s concern.
“I like you and you like me and I could start watching more baseball.” Kame laughed.
“And I think pandas are kind of cute too.” Aiba smiled at Kame and kissed him again.
Rating: PG
Summary: Aiba and Kame weren't friends, in fact when they started talking, they didn't even have much in common. So why is it that Kame feels butterflies in his stomach?
Disclaimer: Don't own them, obviously
Dedicated toyukitsubute for the help_pilipinas $1 for a drabble. Thanks so much for donating, my dear. I hope you like it.
They would always pass each other in the hallways but neither really even said anything to each other. It was kind of unspoken: Arashi had debuted before anybody else, at least of the newer generation and there was a sort of unspoken rule that nobody really talked to them unless it was necessary. They were practically JE royalty. It wasn’t like others weren’t famous, of course Kame was, it’s just that he wasn’t a part of Arashi. It went without saying that Arashi members were very close and in Kame’s opinion, almost too close. KAT-TUN was close, but with the members of Arashi, it was almost unheard of that they hung out with other people.
Aiba was always unsure of why nobody outside of Arashi ever really talked to him, it wasn’t like he wasn’t friendly. In fact, just the other day he went up to a group of Juniors and wanted to have lunch with them. They spoke formally to him and politely agreed, but the entire time they were uncomfortable and seemed afraid of him.
In the KAT-TUN dressing room after seeing a few members of Arashi pass him in the hallway, Kame commented to the other members “Don’t you think that they are a little cliquish?”
Koki laughed, “What is this, high school? I just think that everybody is intimidated by them.”
“You think that they would just talk to anyone?” Kame asked.
“Firstly, you’re not just anyone, you’re Kamenashi freaking Kazuya, and secondly, I don’t think that they are intentionally standoffish.” Kame considered what Koki said and the next time he passed Aiba in the hallway he paused for a split second remembering Koki’s words.
“You were really good in Mineneko Holmes.” Kame said and continued on his way. The sound of his voice stopped Aiba in his tracks and he turned around.
“You watched?”
“Of course,” Aiba smiled at the fact that someone that wasn’t in Arashi was talking to him and that Kamenashi, though he was busy, had seen his drama. “Do you maybe want to grab something to eat later?” Aiba asked with as much courage as he could muster and Kame smiled at him.
“Sure.” It was the beginning of one of the most bizarre friendships the Jimusho had ever seen.
They met up after work for dinner, and of course, like most first meetings over dinner it was awkward.
“Have you been following the baseball scene lately?” Kame asked as he dipped a french fry in ketchup before popping it in his mouth.
“I’m not really a baseball fan.” Aiba said matter-of-factly.
“And you call yourself Japanese.” Kame joked.
They ate their meal pleasantly and soon began to feel comfortable with each other, but there were conversation lulls as they found that outside of the Jimusho there were few things that they had in common.
“Do you like animals?” Aiba asked, it was a well-known fact that Aiba loved all kinds of animals.
“Just dogs. But I don’t like a lot of other ones.” Aiba frowned. As the dinner ended, it was evident that they were incredibly different people and probably the Jimusho and being idols were the only things that they had in common, but as Kame waved goodbye to Aiba, he felt the tingling sensation of butterflies in his stomach as he watched Aiba’s back move further and further away from him.
In the privacy of his own home, watching old Arashi videos, Kame was able to identify this feeling. Love. Or at least the beginnings of it.
The next day Kame asked Aiba to hang out with him and he agreed and they headed over to Kame’s apartment to watch the latest episode of Mineneko Holmes.
Once again as they sat without saying much, probably because neither knew what to say Kame felt the butterflies in his stomach. There wasn’t a reason for this attraction, he told himself. They have nothing in common, but perhaps, before he even realized it, it was the reason that he had even spoke to Aiba.
When the credits began to roll, he looked over at Aiba and swallowed. “I know we don’t really have much in common-” Kame started.
“We have nothing in common.” Aiba smiled back.
“We have nothing in common.” Kame conceded. “I really like you. I think I’ve liked you for a long time, which I why I finally mustered the courage to talk to you, and I can’t pinpoint a reason as to why I like you. Maybe there isn’t even one, but when I’m around you I get butterflies in my stomach and I think I’m falling for you.” Kame felt a warm blush cover his cheeks and waited for Aiba’s response.
“I was wrong. We have something in common because I think I’m falling for you too.” Aiba leaned down and sweetly kissed Kame and cupped his cheek.
“But we have nothing in common, how can we be together?” Aiba just shrugged at Kame’s concern.
“I like you and you like me and I could start watching more baseball.” Kame laughed.
“And I think pandas are kind of cute too.” Aiba smiled at Kame and kissed him again.