xianaasuka: Let's Date~!
AUTHOR: xianaasuka
RECIPIENT: alessandra_20
TITLE: Let's Date~!
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 2665
WARNING/S: Uhhh the shameless exploitation of young men that is Japan's idol industry?
SUMMARY: After filming a "date" with Ootori for a DVD, Shishido is surprised by his reaction.
NOTES: You said anything was fine, right~? So uhhh... idol!AU |DDDD starprincessl is to blame as always. If you want something different, just let me know >___>
God, this was lamer than a broken leg convention. He hadn’t asked for any of this. He hadn’t wanted to do the stupid audition in the first place, he couldn’t understand how a group of sorta good-looking teenage boys that sang songs and danced around and sometimes acted like they were sleeping together could be so popular, and he sure didn’t want to babysit the baby of the group while some guys filmed the whole thing so the company could sell it as the second in the already wildly popular “Let’s Date! ~Hyoutei~” series.
He wished he were making that up, but the cameraman, an actually decent young guy when he wasn’t capturing footage for what would become a 30-minute masterpiece of fanservice guaranteed to shoot to the top of the DVD charts and stay there for at least three weeks, gave him a thumbs-up and lowered the camera. “Shall we move on to the next location, Shishido-san, Ootori-san?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Shishido grumbled and got up from the girly café table, hands tucked deep in his pockets, not bothering to see if anyone followed him.
They did, of course, Ootori because he was like a puppy that had yet to learn basic social skills and camera guy because he was getting paid for it. Well, Ootori was getting paid too but he was acting more like some girl getting the chance to meet one of her idols for the first time. Weirdo. He saw him every day, didn’t he?
Maybe he was just getting really into the part. Ootori was probably the best actor in the group besides Atobe of course, and Kabaji if he could land a decent role, and he probably had a good idea of what their managers and stuff wanted, and he was just acting like he really was on a date. That was probably it.
Shishido was probably the worst actor in the group, since he had no idea how to be anyone other than himself and when given lines or a part, often expressed displeasure with the character’s personality along the lines of “Is he some sort of dumbass? Why would he do that unless he was too stupid to live?” which was an attitude most directors frowned upon. Luckily he had persuaded Sakaki-kantoku that he’d really much rather focus on his singing career, and the agency had decided they had enough cool guys and cute guys in the group already and that Shishido could be a tsundere-type, which basically meant that he could act like a jerk all the time as long as he did something sweet every now and then. Which suited him just fine.
Ootori was a cute and responsible character, which wasn’t too far off from his real personality, although Shishido suspected that his legions of fangirls would be surprised to find out just how often he did totally uncute things. Since the cameras were rolling, though, the Ootori that had stuck up for Shishido even during that huge dating scandal was nowhere to be found and instead he was stuck with some sticky-sweet mochi ball of a boy fawning over him.
At this rate it’d be on the charts for three months. As if it wasn’t bad enough that they were the most popular pairing in the group, even more so than Oshitari and Mukahi, who practically started making out for the camera every time they were instructed to move a little closer in some photoshoot.
The sad part was that he had been in the industry long enough that he could almost see where the fans got it. Back when he had been suspended from group activities, Ootori wrote on his blog every day about how he missed his Shishido-senpai and hoped that the misunderstanding would be cleared up as soon as possible, and when he rejoined his first assignment had been to record a single with him, a duet charmingly entitled “Doki-doki Love-love.” They were always put next together on stage and forced to share a microphone and do photoshoots and pretty much everything together, really, except for acting jobs, and that wasn’t for lack of trying. Shishido figured it was his punishment, for daring to touch a girl while photographers were watching.
Then again, if he decided he did want to date Ootori and hug him without even being told to and maybe even hold his hand, they’d probably throw him out on his ass. Figured. Like he had ever wanted to be an idol with their stupid no-dating policies in the first place.
His thoughts having come full circle, he felt Ootori tugging on his arm and looked up to find himself in front of an arcade. “It’s the next location, Shishido-san,” Ootori said apologetically. “We’re supposed to play a few games and you have to win me something from the UFO catcher if you can.”
“Yeah? Okay, no problem! I bet I can beat you at Street Fighter!”
If they had been betting money, he would’ve made a fortune, but the only thing they’d let them bet on camera was a nice, relaxing back massage for the winner. He figured that was probably okay since Ootori gave really good massages, and it wasn’t like they were going to put that on their DVD.
In fact, the only time he lost was in the second-to-last game, and that was because he was daydreaming about getting out of a nice hot bath and having Ootori give him a nice full-body rub down. When questioned about it though, he said that he felt sorry for him losing so much and let him beat him on purpose, because saying he was distracted by the thought of Ootori’s hands all over his naked body sounded a little too gay even for Hyoutei. He made sure to beat him extra hard in the last round to make up for it.
Shishido figured that being really really good at Street Fighter made up for his total inability to work a UFO catcher and after wasting 3000 yen (provided by the company, of course), decided that there was no shame in giving up. It was just some dumb-looking plushie of some anime mascot. Ootori probably didn’t even want it. They probably didn’t even want him to win it because it would be better for sales if he was defeated by the stupid machine. Regardless, he ended up spending another 1500 yen trying to get it.
He had just slipped one last coin into the machine when Ootori’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and he took the controls, guiding the machine skillfully and confidently towards the plushie. The machine picked it up perfectly and dropped it in the prize slot, where Ootori retrieved it.
“I loosened it up for you,” Shishido grumbled, kicking the offending machine and scowling at the floor.
“You sure did!” Ootori exclaimed with an altogether too-bright smile. “Thanks for winning it for me, Shishido-san, you’re the best!” He hugged the ugly little thing before stuffing it in his bag.
Geez, now that was a little over the top. No wonder he had lost the Best Supporting Actor in a Drama award to Fuji Syuusuke last year. Nevertheless, Shishido slapped him on the back and gave him a smile masquerading as a smirk. “That I am, Choutarou, that I am.”
They stood frozen like that for a second until the cameraman gave them the thumbs-up. “Thanks, guys, just one more shot and I can let you go. I just need you to walk down the road a little ways.”
They did so, Shishido casually slipping an arm around Ootori’s waist as they walked. After a few seconds, he yelled “All good!” and they turned around. “Thanks for your hard work today, guys. We’ll let you know if we need any more shots, otherwise the DVD should be coming out next month. We’ll be sure to send you each a copy!”
Shishido rolled his eyes. “Thanks, we’ll be looking forward to it. C’mon, Choutarou, let’s go to my house and I’ll teach you how to play Street Fighter properly.”
“R-right, Shishido-san! Thanks for your time!” Ootori bowed low before chasing after Shishido, catching up just as he turned the corner. Once out of sight of the staff, he seemed to walk a little taller, a little more relaxededly.
“You back to normal, Choutarou?”
“Yep! Ah, but we shouldn’t play Street Fighter. I’ll win for sure.”
“Ehh, what are you talking about, I beat you every time I played for real.”
“Hmm, yeah, but I lost on purpose, except that one time you totally spaced out and I couldn’t resist. I figured it’s what the fans want to see.”
“Whatever. You’re just saying that because you’re a sore loser.”
Ootori proceeded to describe every single weakness in his usual strategy and the exact characters and combos he’d use to beat him.
“Hey, Choutarou, I was thinking maybe we should watch a movie instead.”
“Sounds great, Shishido-san.”
They trooped up the stairs to Shishido’s apartment. Ootori made himself comfortable on the couch and Shishido dropped a bag of chips in his lap before sticking a DVD into the player and flopping down beside him. “It’s just some movie my brother said was good, it’s probably really stupid so just tell me if you get bored.”
Ootori smiled and yawned. “That’s okay, I’m a little tired anyway so I probably won’t pay too much attention.” With that, he laid down, resting his head in Shishido’s lap.
Shishido rolled his eyes. Obviously that dork was so sleepy that he thought they were still filming. He thought about shoving him off but decided it wasn’t hurting him and besides, when the kid got sleepy, he got a little aggressive.
After an hour or so of nonsensical violence and inexplicable explosions, Shishido found himself nodding off as well and decided to turn it off before they fell asleep all cuddled together, because that would just be weird. He pulled a pretty impressive swap of his lap for a pillow, like something out of an Indiana Jones movie, but Ootori woke up anyway and was sitting up by the time he had gotten the DVD out and turned the lights back on. They looked at each other and shrugged before heading to the nearest McDonalds, taking the time to disguise themselves a little so they didn’t get swarmed by girls. Since Shishido had spent most of the money he had on him at the arcade and didn’t really feel like getting any more at the moment, Ootori paid, which he figured was totally fine since he had bought the burgers the last few times anyway.
“You know,” Ootori said between fistfuls of French fries, “I’m kinda looking forward to that DVD. The date one.”
“Why?” Shishido asked, accidentally spraying cheeseburger across the table. Oops. Well, not like it was going to ruin his image, at least.
“Ehh, because it’s so fake, but everyone’s going to think it’s the cutest thing ever. And the rest of the guys are going to tease us about it when it makes the record sales for an idol DVD.”
“How’s that any good at all?”
“Well, everyone’ll think that’s what we’re like together. But dates with Shishido-san are never lame like that, so it feels like we’re fooling them a little, doesn’t it?”
“Wait- what- huh- I’m not dating you!”
Ootori took advantage of his momentary incapacity to swipe a few more fries. Jerk. “Don’t pretend you’re not.”
“Don’t need to pretend because I’m not.” He stuffed all the remaining food on his tray into his mouth and avoided Ootori’s stupid smirky expression by taking a sudden deep interest in the trash can just to his right.
Ootori let it go until they were finished eating and were walking back. “But just think, Shishido-san, it’s so clever! They’ll never suspect it!”
“Suspect what?”
“Well, I mean, think about it! You already got busted for one dating scandal, and then they stuck you with me to keep you away from girls. But then we started going out with each other! And if they ever suspect anything, we can just say we got a little carried away with the fanservice. It’s genius, is what it is.”
“Choutarou. I’m not dating you.”
“Sure you are. Why else would we hang out all the time and pay for each other’s meals and kiss each other good night?”
“Because we’re friends and that’s- Wait, what?”
Ootori took a furtive glance around, then leaned over and pressed his lips against Shishido’s. Shishido recoiled in disgust. “Dude, at least eat a breath mint or something first, you’ve got onion breath. Gross!” He pulled a stick of mint gum out of his pocket and offered it to him. Ootori chewed on it happily until they reached the apartment, at which point he spit it into the wrapper and kissed Shishido again.
“Better,” Shishido admitted, “but you’re still a weirdo for doing that in the first place. And we’re still not dating.”
“Well, we should be,” Ootori said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which for him it might have been, who knew?
“No.” Shishido shut the door in his face. He opened it again after a few seconds. “Well, come in already, you think I’m going to let you walk home at this time of night?”
“Yeah. But I was hoping you’d pretend you wouldn’t, so thanks.” He crossed the room and opened the closet, getting the futon out.
“What do you think you’re doing? You’re sleeping on the couch.”
“But there’s enough room for both of us.”
“But you snore. You’ll keep me up all night.”
“You snore louder.”
“Shut up and finishing setting the futon out already.” He went to the bathroom to change and by the time he returned, the bed was set up properly and Ootori was going through his drawers. “Your clothes are in the top one,” he said, deciding that yelling at him about it would just give him a headache. “Now hurry up and change. Some of us didn’t get to sleep through that stupid movie.”
“Some of us were less comfortable than others, I’m afraid,” Ootori replied, gliding off to the bathroom. Shishido rolled his eyes. Seriously, what was up with the kid all of a sudden? He was almost missing the super polite and shy stage persona. It sure would be preferable to this flirtatious alien-thing he had to deal with at the moment.
When Ootori returned, Shishido had already turned off the lights and was in bed, pretending to be asleep. He wasn’t a very good actor, so Ootori probably saw right through it, but he didn’t call him out on it or anything, merely slipping under the covers and throwing an arm over him casually. “Good night, Shishido-san,” he said, kissing the back of his neck.
“G’night, Choutarou. You don’t have to kiss me though, we’re not dating.”
“Let’s go on another date tomorrow, okay?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“There’s dance practice all day for the new music video. No time. And I’m not dating you.”
“Yes you are.”
“Go to sleep. We can argue pointlessly about it some more in the morning.”
“Mmkay. Good night. For real this time.”
Shishido waited until he was asleep and he knew he couldn’t be faking it at all to roll over and press a gentle kiss against his forehead. Stupid kid. He didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know what it was like, having to hide a relationship from the world when it was watching your every move. He was totally naïve and goofy and acted like it was nothing, kissing your best friend all of a sudden. Shishido couldn’t believe that he was getting himself into this all over again. Clearly he just hadn’t learned his lesson the first time.
If stupid Choutarou got him kicked out of his stupid group again, he was never buying him lunch again.
RECIPIENT: alessandra_20
TITLE: Let's Date~!
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 2665
WARNING/S: Uhhh the shameless exploitation of young men that is Japan's idol industry?
SUMMARY: After filming a "date" with Ootori for a DVD, Shishido is surprised by his reaction.
NOTES: You said anything was fine, right~? So uhhh... idol!AU |DDDD starprincessl is to blame as always. If you want something different, just let me know >___>
God, this was lamer than a broken leg convention. He hadn’t asked for any of this. He hadn’t wanted to do the stupid audition in the first place, he couldn’t understand how a group of sorta good-looking teenage boys that sang songs and danced around and sometimes acted like they were sleeping together could be so popular, and he sure didn’t want to babysit the baby of the group while some guys filmed the whole thing so the company could sell it as the second in the already wildly popular “Let’s Date! ~Hyoutei~” series.
He wished he were making that up, but the cameraman, an actually decent young guy when he wasn’t capturing footage for what would become a 30-minute masterpiece of fanservice guaranteed to shoot to the top of the DVD charts and stay there for at least three weeks, gave him a thumbs-up and lowered the camera. “Shall we move on to the next location, Shishido-san, Ootori-san?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Shishido grumbled and got up from the girly café table, hands tucked deep in his pockets, not bothering to see if anyone followed him.
They did, of course, Ootori because he was like a puppy that had yet to learn basic social skills and camera guy because he was getting paid for it. Well, Ootori was getting paid too but he was acting more like some girl getting the chance to meet one of her idols for the first time. Weirdo. He saw him every day, didn’t he?
Maybe he was just getting really into the part. Ootori was probably the best actor in the group besides Atobe of course, and Kabaji if he could land a decent role, and he probably had a good idea of what their managers and stuff wanted, and he was just acting like he really was on a date. That was probably it.
Shishido was probably the worst actor in the group, since he had no idea how to be anyone other than himself and when given lines or a part, often expressed displeasure with the character’s personality along the lines of “Is he some sort of dumbass? Why would he do that unless he was too stupid to live?” which was an attitude most directors frowned upon. Luckily he had persuaded Sakaki-kantoku that he’d really much rather focus on his singing career, and the agency had decided they had enough cool guys and cute guys in the group already and that Shishido could be a tsundere-type, which basically meant that he could act like a jerk all the time as long as he did something sweet every now and then. Which suited him just fine.
Ootori was a cute and responsible character, which wasn’t too far off from his real personality, although Shishido suspected that his legions of fangirls would be surprised to find out just how often he did totally uncute things. Since the cameras were rolling, though, the Ootori that had stuck up for Shishido even during that huge dating scandal was nowhere to be found and instead he was stuck with some sticky-sweet mochi ball of a boy fawning over him.
At this rate it’d be on the charts for three months. As if it wasn’t bad enough that they were the most popular pairing in the group, even more so than Oshitari and Mukahi, who practically started making out for the camera every time they were instructed to move a little closer in some photoshoot.
The sad part was that he had been in the industry long enough that he could almost see where the fans got it. Back when he had been suspended from group activities, Ootori wrote on his blog every day about how he missed his Shishido-senpai and hoped that the misunderstanding would be cleared up as soon as possible, and when he rejoined his first assignment had been to record a single with him, a duet charmingly entitled “Doki-doki Love-love.” They were always put next together on stage and forced to share a microphone and do photoshoots and pretty much everything together, really, except for acting jobs, and that wasn’t for lack of trying. Shishido figured it was his punishment, for daring to touch a girl while photographers were watching.
Then again, if he decided he did want to date Ootori and hug him without even being told to and maybe even hold his hand, they’d probably throw him out on his ass. Figured. Like he had ever wanted to be an idol with their stupid no-dating policies in the first place.
His thoughts having come full circle, he felt Ootori tugging on his arm and looked up to find himself in front of an arcade. “It’s the next location, Shishido-san,” Ootori said apologetically. “We’re supposed to play a few games and you have to win me something from the UFO catcher if you can.”
“Yeah? Okay, no problem! I bet I can beat you at Street Fighter!”
If they had been betting money, he would’ve made a fortune, but the only thing they’d let them bet on camera was a nice, relaxing back massage for the winner. He figured that was probably okay since Ootori gave really good massages, and it wasn’t like they were going to put that on their DVD.
In fact, the only time he lost was in the second-to-last game, and that was because he was daydreaming about getting out of a nice hot bath and having Ootori give him a nice full-body rub down. When questioned about it though, he said that he felt sorry for him losing so much and let him beat him on purpose, because saying he was distracted by the thought of Ootori’s hands all over his naked body sounded a little too gay even for Hyoutei. He made sure to beat him extra hard in the last round to make up for it.
Shishido figured that being really really good at Street Fighter made up for his total inability to work a UFO catcher and after wasting 3000 yen (provided by the company, of course), decided that there was no shame in giving up. It was just some dumb-looking plushie of some anime mascot. Ootori probably didn’t even want it. They probably didn’t even want him to win it because it would be better for sales if he was defeated by the stupid machine. Regardless, he ended up spending another 1500 yen trying to get it.
He had just slipped one last coin into the machine when Ootori’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and he took the controls, guiding the machine skillfully and confidently towards the plushie. The machine picked it up perfectly and dropped it in the prize slot, where Ootori retrieved it.
“I loosened it up for you,” Shishido grumbled, kicking the offending machine and scowling at the floor.
“You sure did!” Ootori exclaimed with an altogether too-bright smile. “Thanks for winning it for me, Shishido-san, you’re the best!” He hugged the ugly little thing before stuffing it in his bag.
Geez, now that was a little over the top. No wonder he had lost the Best Supporting Actor in a Drama award to Fuji Syuusuke last year. Nevertheless, Shishido slapped him on the back and gave him a smile masquerading as a smirk. “That I am, Choutarou, that I am.”
They stood frozen like that for a second until the cameraman gave them the thumbs-up. “Thanks, guys, just one more shot and I can let you go. I just need you to walk down the road a little ways.”
They did so, Shishido casually slipping an arm around Ootori’s waist as they walked. After a few seconds, he yelled “All good!” and they turned around. “Thanks for your hard work today, guys. We’ll let you know if we need any more shots, otherwise the DVD should be coming out next month. We’ll be sure to send you each a copy!”
Shishido rolled his eyes. “Thanks, we’ll be looking forward to it. C’mon, Choutarou, let’s go to my house and I’ll teach you how to play Street Fighter properly.”
“R-right, Shishido-san! Thanks for your time!” Ootori bowed low before chasing after Shishido, catching up just as he turned the corner. Once out of sight of the staff, he seemed to walk a little taller, a little more relaxededly.
“You back to normal, Choutarou?”
“Yep! Ah, but we shouldn’t play Street Fighter. I’ll win for sure.”
“Ehh, what are you talking about, I beat you every time I played for real.”
“Hmm, yeah, but I lost on purpose, except that one time you totally spaced out and I couldn’t resist. I figured it’s what the fans want to see.”
“Whatever. You’re just saying that because you’re a sore loser.”
Ootori proceeded to describe every single weakness in his usual strategy and the exact characters and combos he’d use to beat him.
“Hey, Choutarou, I was thinking maybe we should watch a movie instead.”
“Sounds great, Shishido-san.”
They trooped up the stairs to Shishido’s apartment. Ootori made himself comfortable on the couch and Shishido dropped a bag of chips in his lap before sticking a DVD into the player and flopping down beside him. “It’s just some movie my brother said was good, it’s probably really stupid so just tell me if you get bored.”
Ootori smiled and yawned. “That’s okay, I’m a little tired anyway so I probably won’t pay too much attention.” With that, he laid down, resting his head in Shishido’s lap.
Shishido rolled his eyes. Obviously that dork was so sleepy that he thought they were still filming. He thought about shoving him off but decided it wasn’t hurting him and besides, when the kid got sleepy, he got a little aggressive.
After an hour or so of nonsensical violence and inexplicable explosions, Shishido found himself nodding off as well and decided to turn it off before they fell asleep all cuddled together, because that would just be weird. He pulled a pretty impressive swap of his lap for a pillow, like something out of an Indiana Jones movie, but Ootori woke up anyway and was sitting up by the time he had gotten the DVD out and turned the lights back on. They looked at each other and shrugged before heading to the nearest McDonalds, taking the time to disguise themselves a little so they didn’t get swarmed by girls. Since Shishido had spent most of the money he had on him at the arcade and didn’t really feel like getting any more at the moment, Ootori paid, which he figured was totally fine since he had bought the burgers the last few times anyway.
“You know,” Ootori said between fistfuls of French fries, “I’m kinda looking forward to that DVD. The date one.”
“Why?” Shishido asked, accidentally spraying cheeseburger across the table. Oops. Well, not like it was going to ruin his image, at least.
“Ehh, because it’s so fake, but everyone’s going to think it’s the cutest thing ever. And the rest of the guys are going to tease us about it when it makes the record sales for an idol DVD.”
“How’s that any good at all?”
“Well, everyone’ll think that’s what we’re like together. But dates with Shishido-san are never lame like that, so it feels like we’re fooling them a little, doesn’t it?”
“Wait- what- huh- I’m not dating you!”
Ootori took advantage of his momentary incapacity to swipe a few more fries. Jerk. “Don’t pretend you’re not.”
“Don’t need to pretend because I’m not.” He stuffed all the remaining food on his tray into his mouth and avoided Ootori’s stupid smirky expression by taking a sudden deep interest in the trash can just to his right.
Ootori let it go until they were finished eating and were walking back. “But just think, Shishido-san, it’s so clever! They’ll never suspect it!”
“Suspect what?”
“Well, I mean, think about it! You already got busted for one dating scandal, and then they stuck you with me to keep you away from girls. But then we started going out with each other! And if they ever suspect anything, we can just say we got a little carried away with the fanservice. It’s genius, is what it is.”
“Choutarou. I’m not dating you.”
“Sure you are. Why else would we hang out all the time and pay for each other’s meals and kiss each other good night?”
“Because we’re friends and that’s- Wait, what?”
Ootori took a furtive glance around, then leaned over and pressed his lips against Shishido’s. Shishido recoiled in disgust. “Dude, at least eat a breath mint or something first, you’ve got onion breath. Gross!” He pulled a stick of mint gum out of his pocket and offered it to him. Ootori chewed on it happily until they reached the apartment, at which point he spit it into the wrapper and kissed Shishido again.
“Better,” Shishido admitted, “but you’re still a weirdo for doing that in the first place. And we’re still not dating.”
“Well, we should be,” Ootori said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which for him it might have been, who knew?
“No.” Shishido shut the door in his face. He opened it again after a few seconds. “Well, come in already, you think I’m going to let you walk home at this time of night?”
“Yeah. But I was hoping you’d pretend you wouldn’t, so thanks.” He crossed the room and opened the closet, getting the futon out.
“What do you think you’re doing? You’re sleeping on the couch.”
“But there’s enough room for both of us.”
“But you snore. You’ll keep me up all night.”
“You snore louder.”
“Shut up and finishing setting the futon out already.” He went to the bathroom to change and by the time he returned, the bed was set up properly and Ootori was going through his drawers. “Your clothes are in the top one,” he said, deciding that yelling at him about it would just give him a headache. “Now hurry up and change. Some of us didn’t get to sleep through that stupid movie.”
“Some of us were less comfortable than others, I’m afraid,” Ootori replied, gliding off to the bathroom. Shishido rolled his eyes. Seriously, what was up with the kid all of a sudden? He was almost missing the super polite and shy stage persona. It sure would be preferable to this flirtatious alien-thing he had to deal with at the moment.
When Ootori returned, Shishido had already turned off the lights and was in bed, pretending to be asleep. He wasn’t a very good actor, so Ootori probably saw right through it, but he didn’t call him out on it or anything, merely slipping under the covers and throwing an arm over him casually. “Good night, Shishido-san,” he said, kissing the back of his neck.
“G’night, Choutarou. You don’t have to kiss me though, we’re not dating.”
“Let’s go on another date tomorrow, okay?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“There’s dance practice all day for the new music video. No time. And I’m not dating you.”
“Yes you are.”
“Go to sleep. We can argue pointlessly about it some more in the morning.”
“Mmkay. Good night. For real this time.”
Shishido waited until he was asleep and he knew he couldn’t be faking it at all to roll over and press a gentle kiss against his forehead. Stupid kid. He didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know what it was like, having to hide a relationship from the world when it was watching your every move. He was totally naïve and goofy and acted like it was nothing, kissing your best friend all of a sudden. Shishido couldn’t believe that he was getting himself into this all over again. Clearly he just hadn’t learned his lesson the first time.
If stupid Choutarou got him kicked out of his stupid group again, he was never buying him lunch again.