JUMP; drabble dump #oo1
fandom; JE, HSJ
characters/pairings; Inoo/Hikaru, very slight Takahasshi
rating; G
title; untitled
word count; 281
comments; I don't know where my fics go, honestly, and they all turn out to be character studies and, and, things. Maybe I should just write a creative non-fictional essay analyzing underaged member ai. :(
Everyday, Inoo steals a glance at Hikaru from a distance while he isn't looking, trying to be as discreet as possible. Inoo's eyes meet his, and Inoo quickly turns away to hide the red tinge on his cheeks. When Hikaru's hand brushes against his own, he exerts as much effort as he could to contain himself. Talking to Hikaru while being perfectly coherent was an ability he had developed for months, yet he can't help but space out in the middle of a serious conversation.
Inoo and Inoo's feelings. They aren't obvious, yet they aren't so perplexing. Incomprehensibility wasn't exactly his forte; then again, that depended on whether he was talking to Hikaru or not. Sometimes Yabu would say that he's got it all figured out. Yabu has no idea.
As one may expect, Hikaru isn't entirely oblivious. He takes advantage of this: he inconspicuously and intentionally brushes lightly against Inoo to get him flustered, lets a few innuedoes slip in casual conversation to see his reaction, he even ditches him for Keito just to see him get jealous. It always works.
No one knew whether Hikaru liked him back or if he was just fooling around. Hikaru was childish, but he also liked to tease. Again, Yabu would say that he's sorted Hikaru all out in his head, and he has. Most of the time.
Daiki feels a little uncomfortable whenever the names Inoo and Hikaru are mentioned in the same sentence. Chinen says he's probably undergoing some past trauma involving Inoo, Hikaru and the shower room. Yuto and Yamada say he's just jealous.
Ryutaro thinks it's gross. Like that time he caught Takaki and Hasshi lip-locked in the janitor's closet.
fandom; JE, HSJ
characters/pairings; Yamada, Daiki, Yamajima
rating; G
title; untitled
word count; 563
comments; I don't like this one. .-.
Yamada puts a chocolate-covered stick of biscuit in his mouth and offers Daiki a piece from a red cardboard box. "Pocky?"
Daiki takes a biscuit and nibbles on it. He sits down on the couch without a word. The boy next to him doesn't try to initiate conversation and he himself doesn't feel the need to, either. Sometimes, all Daiki needs is company, preferably the company of those who are shorter than him. Bored, he grabs the bag of marbles the staff gave them and starts tossing a few around.
A minute later, Yamada takes his cellphone out of his pocket. Daiki doesn't hear it ring. Not even a chime. The boy flips it open but he doesn't bring it up to his ear. He closes it again. Flip, flip, flip. It wasn't a habit of his to play with his own cellphone like that; only Chinen does that, and with Yabu's cellphone too.
"Waiting for a call?" Daiki asks him, taking the Pocky out of his mouth. Yamada shakes his head, closes his phone and stares at it before turning to Daiki, although his eyes aren't willing to tear away from the LCD screen.
"It's so weird," he starts, his voice a little shaky at first. "Not getting anything from him anymore."
He looks at the phone in his hand again. "If he were to text me right now," Yamada continues with a sad smile on his face. "It'd go, Yama-chan, are you thirsty? The vending machine has strawberry juice today, do you want some?"
He turns to Daiki again, his voice shaking a little more than before. "But even if he did that, I'd just ignore it, wouldn't I?"
Daiki another bite from his stick of Pocky. "You didn't mean to."
"That's what he'd say."
"So why bother?"
"I," Yamada pauses. "I guess it's been too long that I'd already forgotten that it was a lie."
It was a lie. Yamada had been acting as Yuto's best friend for as long as Daiki had known him. It was what Mary told him to do since he joined the jimusho. Even when the cameras weren't rolling, Yamada would pretend and offer to walk Yuto home. Not because he wanted to, but because he thought it was an obligation. In interviews, he'd lie. In front of the camera, Yamada was always such a good actor. What remains a mystery to everyone is if Yuto did the same. Would he do the same?
"Hey, do you ever look back and wonder if, at some point, that -- that something was ever real?" Daiki asks, looking through a clear glass marble. "It was too good to be true, I felt that I could almost reach out and hold it..."
Daiki drops the piece and puts his hand into the bag of marbles and gets a handful, yet one by one, each of them escape his grasp. The two of them hear Yuto's laughter coming from outside of the dressing room, louder than the clicking of the glass marbles against each other. It isn't forced, one can tell when Hikaru cracks another joke. Yuto leaves the area as he is called for another photoshoot and the laughter fades away. It rings in their ears for a while, but it is soon drowned out by silence.
Yamada doesn't answer.
characters/pairings; Inoo/Hikaru, very slight Takahasshi
rating; G
title; untitled
word count; 281
comments; I don't know where my fics go, honestly, and they all turn out to be character studies and, and, things. Maybe I should just write a creative non-fictional essay analyzing underaged member ai. :(
Everyday, Inoo steals a glance at Hikaru from a distance while he isn't looking, trying to be as discreet as possible. Inoo's eyes meet his, and Inoo quickly turns away to hide the red tinge on his cheeks. When Hikaru's hand brushes against his own, he exerts as much effort as he could to contain himself. Talking to Hikaru while being perfectly coherent was an ability he had developed for months, yet he can't help but space out in the middle of a serious conversation.
Inoo and Inoo's feelings. They aren't obvious, yet they aren't so perplexing. Incomprehensibility wasn't exactly his forte; then again, that depended on whether he was talking to Hikaru or not. Sometimes Yabu would say that he's got it all figured out. Yabu has no idea.
As one may expect, Hikaru isn't entirely oblivious. He takes advantage of this: he inconspicuously and intentionally brushes lightly against Inoo to get him flustered, lets a few innuedoes slip in casual conversation to see his reaction, he even ditches him for Keito just to see him get jealous. It always works.
No one knew whether Hikaru liked him back or if he was just fooling around. Hikaru was childish, but he also liked to tease. Again, Yabu would say that he's sorted Hikaru all out in his head, and he has. Most of the time.
Daiki feels a little uncomfortable whenever the names Inoo and Hikaru are mentioned in the same sentence. Chinen says he's probably undergoing some past trauma involving Inoo, Hikaru and the shower room. Yuto and Yamada say he's just jealous.
Ryutaro thinks it's gross. Like that time he caught Takaki and Hasshi lip-locked in the janitor's closet.
fandom; JE, HSJ
characters/pairings; Yamada, Daiki, Yamajima
rating; G
title; untitled
word count; 563
comments; I don't like this one. .-.
Yamada puts a chocolate-covered stick of biscuit in his mouth and offers Daiki a piece from a red cardboard box. "Pocky?"
Daiki takes a biscuit and nibbles on it. He sits down on the couch without a word. The boy next to him doesn't try to initiate conversation and he himself doesn't feel the need to, either. Sometimes, all Daiki needs is company, preferably the company of those who are shorter than him. Bored, he grabs the bag of marbles the staff gave them and starts tossing a few around.
A minute later, Yamada takes his cellphone out of his pocket. Daiki doesn't hear it ring. Not even a chime. The boy flips it open but he doesn't bring it up to his ear. He closes it again. Flip, flip, flip. It wasn't a habit of his to play with his own cellphone like that; only Chinen does that, and with Yabu's cellphone too.
"Waiting for a call?" Daiki asks him, taking the Pocky out of his mouth. Yamada shakes his head, closes his phone and stares at it before turning to Daiki, although his eyes aren't willing to tear away from the LCD screen.
"It's so weird," he starts, his voice a little shaky at first. "Not getting anything from him anymore."
He looks at the phone in his hand again. "If he were to text me right now," Yamada continues with a sad smile on his face. "It'd go, Yama-chan, are you thirsty? The vending machine has strawberry juice today, do you want some?"
He turns to Daiki again, his voice shaking a little more than before. "But even if he did that, I'd just ignore it, wouldn't I?"
Daiki another bite from his stick of Pocky. "You didn't mean to."
"That's what he'd say."
"So why bother?"
"I," Yamada pauses. "I guess it's been too long that I'd already forgotten that it was a lie."
It was a lie. Yamada had been acting as Yuto's best friend for as long as Daiki had known him. It was what Mary told him to do since he joined the jimusho. Even when the cameras weren't rolling, Yamada would pretend and offer to walk Yuto home. Not because he wanted to, but because he thought it was an obligation. In interviews, he'd lie. In front of the camera, Yamada was always such a good actor. What remains a mystery to everyone is if Yuto did the same. Would he do the same?
"Hey, do you ever look back and wonder if, at some point, that -- that something was ever real?" Daiki asks, looking through a clear glass marble. "It was too good to be true, I felt that I could almost reach out and hold it..."
Daiki drops the piece and puts his hand into the bag of marbles and gets a handful, yet one by one, each of them escape his grasp. The two of them hear Yuto's laughter coming from outside of the dressing room, louder than the clicking of the glass marbles against each other. It isn't forced, one can tell when Hikaru cracks another joke. Yuto leaves the area as he is called for another photoshoot and the laughter fades away. It rings in their ears for a while, but it is soon drowned out by silence.
Yamada doesn't answer.