Reita/Uruha - Mister Perfect - PG - Part 2
“Perhaps I’ve just been pining for someone who was actually a dick this whole time?” Uruha offered.
Aoi shook his head in dismissal of Uruha’s comment. He continued his ranting, “How could he be mean to one of his fans that way?! Fucking asshole! For all he knew, you could have been a new model! One of his future fucking coworkers!”
“Aoi, let it go. I was just wrong about him, alright?” he pleaded, but his request fell on deaf ears. Aoi was out the door without another word.
Aoi returned later that night and when Uruha had asked where he went, Aoi just shrugged and groaned in frustration. Uruha spent the next few days trying to coax Aoi into telling him where he had gone and what he had done. He was undeniably curious, because ever since Uruha explained the Reita incident and Aoi had disappeared that night… Aoi had been a huge grump.
Eventually Uruha pried answers from Aoi. “I told him what a jackass he was, treating my best friend and his biggest fan the way he had AND HE JUST STARED AT ME AND THEN WALKED AWAY!” Aoi shouted. Uruha drew away from Aoi, blinking rapidly in surprise. “The nerve of that guy!” Aoi huffed.
That same night, Aoi’s cell phone rang and Uruha watched as he glanced at the caller ID-his facial expression becoming angry right afterwards-and immediately left the room. When he came back, he looked less angry and more confused and curious. “Who was that?” Uruha asked quietly.
“Reita,” Aoi answered, his tone of voice one of surprise.
“….And he said…?” Uruha prodded.
“He told me that you and I should change to Channel Eight right now.”
Uruha furrowed his brow confusedly and asked, “What for?”
“I don’t know,” Aoi answered with a shrug. “He just called and said to change to Channel Eight.” Picking up the remote, Aoi changed the channel to Channel Eight and they both watched the TV with apt curiosity.
“The nicest thing anyone’s done for me?” Reita repeated the interviewer’s question with a smile. “It happened only a few days ago actually,” he said as he smiled wider. “The other day someone insulted me.”
The interviewer laughed hysterically at this and then asked incredulously, “You heard me ask what the nicest thing someone’s done for you is, didn’t you?”
Reita grinned and nodded. “Yes, I understood the question. It really was the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in a very long time. He asked me what makes me different from anyone else and it really made me think. I’m not any different, you know? I might be on TV or in magazines, but I’m still just an average guy. And if it’s alright, I’d like to take a minute to say something to that person.”
“Go ahead!” The interview urged.
Reita nodded and smiled as he looked at the screen and simply said, “I’m sorry and thank you.”
Aoi slowly lifted the remote and pressed the power button, staring at the TV in shock. After a minute, he turned to look at Uruha and noticed he was still staring at the blank TV screen-his facial expression a more intense version of Aoi’s shocked expression. Finally clearing his throat and jerking Uruha out of his surprise, Aoi said, “Well, that was… interesting.”
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The next couple of days passed and Aoi was considerably more pleasant after watching Reita’s public apology for being a jerk. Uruha was also feeling better after the interview, although he wasn’t back to his fanboy ways. He was still very confused about Reita-too confused to make a decision of how he should feel in relation to the man-but he had decided Reita wasn’t as awful as he had come to think lately.
One day while Aoi was out doing an interview, there was a knock on their apartment door. Uruha’s confusion over Reita only increased as he opened his door and saw none other than Reita himself standing before him. “Hi,” Reita said as he smiled sheepishly and bowed.
Shaking his head to bring himself back to earth, Uruha replied, “Hi…” Realizing he had left Reita to stand outside and hadn’t invited him inside, Uruha hurriedly said, “Ah! I’m sorry, would you like to come inside?”
Reita grinned and nodded. “Thank you.”
“Do you want something to drink?” Uruha asked as he shut the door and Reita took his shoes off.
“No, I’m fine thank you,” Reita said as he smiled at Uruha nervously.
Uruha nodded slowly and shifted his apprehensive glance back and forth between the floor and Reita until finally he asked, “Was there something I could help you with?”
Chuckling, Reita shook his head and answered, “No, I was hoping we could talk a little though. Maybe some friendly conversation?”
Uruha blushed as he smiled and nodded at Reita, leading them over to the couch. The two sat there in silence, occasionally making eye contact. Eventually Reita broke the silence by saying, “I’ve been feeling down lately.”
He was shocked at Reita’s revelation. He hadn’t been here very long and he was already letting him know something fairly personal. “W-what do you mean?” he asked.
“The other night, when I snapped at you,” he explained. Reita quickly added, “I’m not making excuses! I just… wanted you to understand me at least. Hopefully.”
“O-oh,” Uruha uttered quietly. “It’s… it’s okay, really. Your telecasted apology was more than sufficient,” Uruha added with a smirk.
Shaking his head as he sighed, Reita said, “It wasn’t enough. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for being such an ass.” Uruha nodded and another silence fell between them.
“Do you know what it's like when you can’t even make a fucking friend?” Reita asked, breaking the silence. Uruha looked up at him in shock. Reita continued, “There’s always that question in the back of my mind…. ‘What if they’re just using me?’”
Uruha’s mouth flapped as he tried to form a coherent response, but failed to produce any words at all. He didn’t need to worry about that, though, because Reita continued speaking. “Do you know how much it sucks when your mom is constantly pressuring you about having grandkids and you don’t even have the heart to tell her you aren’t attracted to women?” he finished as he laughed bitterly. Uruha gave up on trying to form words and instead stared stupidly at Reita-Reita, the famous model he had been craving for the longest time, who had essentially just confessed to being gay.
“Do you know how it feels to come home to an empty apartment every night when you just want a fucking hug?” Reita asked as his voice cracked. “I don’t even care how lame that sounds! Sometimes I just want someone to give me a hug without thinking about me naked!”
Another period of silence settled between them, but Reita disrupted that silence, too. “When you talked to me the other night, I was so tired of being alone and I couldn’t bring myself to believe there was someone who really just wanted to talk to ME and not the rich and famous Reita-sama” he finished, the last part dripping with disdain.
Silence took over once more, but Uruha managed to finally find his voice and he said, “I don’t want to say the wrong thing to you.”
Reita tore his gaze from the wall in front of him and instead looked at Uruha, smiling fondly at him. “Say whatever you like. I’d appreciate your honesty.”
Nodding nervously, Uruha took a shaky breath before confessing, “I have the hugest crush on you.” He could feel his cheeks burning immediately after he had said what he did, but they felt on fire when Uruha heard Reita chuckling. He forced himself to look at Reita and saw that he was smiling at him. Swallowing nervously, Uruha continued, “But I didn’t lie to you. All I wanted… all I want… is to get to know you better. To see if you’re as amazing as I already thought… think you are.”
“Well,” Reita began softly. Uruha turned to look at him and noticed Reita was holding out a hand. “My name is Suzuki Reita. What’s your name?”
Uruha beamed. Reita had asked him for his name. Reita had asked him for his name! He happily extended his hand, latching onto Reita’s and shaking as he said, “My name is Takashima Uruha.”
Reita smiled warmly and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Uruha.”
Glancing down, Uruha bit his lip to stop his face from breaking behind the force of his smile as he noticed Reita hadn’t let go of his hand yet. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but Uruha jerked his head up and looked Reita in the eye, asking, “Can I make a request?”
Smiling even wider, Reita nodded and said, “Ask anything you want.”
“I… I was just wondering… if… if it was okay if I hugged you?” Uruha asked and hurriedly added, “I won’t think of you naked! I promise!” Reita couldn’t stop himself from bursting with laughter at Uruha’s comment. He nodded as a few chuckles still lingered and stood up, pulling Uruha with him.
“I would love it if you hugged me,” he said quietly as he pulled Uruha close to him and wrapped his arms around him. Uruha squeezed Reita tightly, hoping to transfer all of his emotions with that one hug. He wanted Reita to know how wonderful he really thought he was. He wanted Reita to know that he didn’t have to be alone, that he would be more than willing-and nothing less than happy-to be there for him whenever he needed. He wanted Reita to know that he wasn’t an average guy like he had said in that interview. He wanted Reita to know that he wasn’t just a model with a gorgeous face either.
He wanted Reita to know that he was Mister Perfect.
Pulling away slightly, Uruha blushed as he said, “I know I only asked for a hug, but would… would it be okay if… um, I mean… can we…”
Before Uruha could even finish his question… he died.
Well, he didn’t actually die… but he might as well have died as soon as he felt those lips he had dreamed about pressing softly against his own-engaging him in an absolutely perfect kiss from his mister perfect.
Reita finished the kiss with a few soft pecks and then pulled away from Uruha, smiling at the dazed and blushing boy in his arms. “Are you holding up okay?” he asked with amusement.
“Huh?” Uruha asked, his eyebrows peaking as Reita spoke to him. “Yeah, totally cool… great…” he trailed off, still not fully having recovered from the kiss. Reita couldn’t stop himself from chuckling, the sound knocking Uruha out of his shocked-state and causing him to join Reita in his laughter.
“I wasn’t picturing you naked when we hugged,” he said with a blush as he smirked at Reita, “but after that… I can’t make any promises."
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A/N: I don't know what to say as an author's note!!! Hopefully there will be no kicking Reita though D: Just so you know, I'll totally kung-fu anyone who's mean to model-Reita >:O
Aoi shook his head in dismissal of Uruha’s comment. He continued his ranting, “How could he be mean to one of his fans that way?! Fucking asshole! For all he knew, you could have been a new model! One of his future fucking coworkers!”
“Aoi, let it go. I was just wrong about him, alright?” he pleaded, but his request fell on deaf ears. Aoi was out the door without another word.
Aoi returned later that night and when Uruha had asked where he went, Aoi just shrugged and groaned in frustration. Uruha spent the next few days trying to coax Aoi into telling him where he had gone and what he had done. He was undeniably curious, because ever since Uruha explained the Reita incident and Aoi had disappeared that night… Aoi had been a huge grump.
Eventually Uruha pried answers from Aoi. “I told him what a jackass he was, treating my best friend and his biggest fan the way he had AND HE JUST STARED AT ME AND THEN WALKED AWAY!” Aoi shouted. Uruha drew away from Aoi, blinking rapidly in surprise. “The nerve of that guy!” Aoi huffed.
That same night, Aoi’s cell phone rang and Uruha watched as he glanced at the caller ID-his facial expression becoming angry right afterwards-and immediately left the room. When he came back, he looked less angry and more confused and curious. “Who was that?” Uruha asked quietly.
“Reita,” Aoi answered, his tone of voice one of surprise.
“….And he said…?” Uruha prodded.
“He told me that you and I should change to Channel Eight right now.”
Uruha furrowed his brow confusedly and asked, “What for?”
“I don’t know,” Aoi answered with a shrug. “He just called and said to change to Channel Eight.” Picking up the remote, Aoi changed the channel to Channel Eight and they both watched the TV with apt curiosity.
“The nicest thing anyone’s done for me?” Reita repeated the interviewer’s question with a smile. “It happened only a few days ago actually,” he said as he smiled wider. “The other day someone insulted me.”
The interviewer laughed hysterically at this and then asked incredulously, “You heard me ask what the nicest thing someone’s done for you is, didn’t you?”
Reita grinned and nodded. “Yes, I understood the question. It really was the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in a very long time. He asked me what makes me different from anyone else and it really made me think. I’m not any different, you know? I might be on TV or in magazines, but I’m still just an average guy. And if it’s alright, I’d like to take a minute to say something to that person.”
“Go ahead!” The interview urged.
Reita nodded and smiled as he looked at the screen and simply said, “I’m sorry and thank you.”
Aoi slowly lifted the remote and pressed the power button, staring at the TV in shock. After a minute, he turned to look at Uruha and noticed he was still staring at the blank TV screen-his facial expression a more intense version of Aoi’s shocked expression. Finally clearing his throat and jerking Uruha out of his surprise, Aoi said, “Well, that was… interesting.”
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The next couple of days passed and Aoi was considerably more pleasant after watching Reita’s public apology for being a jerk. Uruha was also feeling better after the interview, although he wasn’t back to his fanboy ways. He was still very confused about Reita-too confused to make a decision of how he should feel in relation to the man-but he had decided Reita wasn’t as awful as he had come to think lately.
One day while Aoi was out doing an interview, there was a knock on their apartment door. Uruha’s confusion over Reita only increased as he opened his door and saw none other than Reita himself standing before him. “Hi,” Reita said as he smiled sheepishly and bowed.
Shaking his head to bring himself back to earth, Uruha replied, “Hi…” Realizing he had left Reita to stand outside and hadn’t invited him inside, Uruha hurriedly said, “Ah! I’m sorry, would you like to come inside?”
Reita grinned and nodded. “Thank you.”
“Do you want something to drink?” Uruha asked as he shut the door and Reita took his shoes off.
“No, I’m fine thank you,” Reita said as he smiled at Uruha nervously.
Uruha nodded slowly and shifted his apprehensive glance back and forth between the floor and Reita until finally he asked, “Was there something I could help you with?”
Chuckling, Reita shook his head and answered, “No, I was hoping we could talk a little though. Maybe some friendly conversation?”
Uruha blushed as he smiled and nodded at Reita, leading them over to the couch. The two sat there in silence, occasionally making eye contact. Eventually Reita broke the silence by saying, “I’ve been feeling down lately.”
He was shocked at Reita’s revelation. He hadn’t been here very long and he was already letting him know something fairly personal. “W-what do you mean?” he asked.
“The other night, when I snapped at you,” he explained. Reita quickly added, “I’m not making excuses! I just… wanted you to understand me at least. Hopefully.”
“O-oh,” Uruha uttered quietly. “It’s… it’s okay, really. Your telecasted apology was more than sufficient,” Uruha added with a smirk.
Shaking his head as he sighed, Reita said, “It wasn’t enough. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for being such an ass.” Uruha nodded and another silence fell between them.
“Do you know what it's like when you can’t even make a fucking friend?” Reita asked, breaking the silence. Uruha looked up at him in shock. Reita continued, “There’s always that question in the back of my mind…. ‘What if they’re just using me?’”
Uruha’s mouth flapped as he tried to form a coherent response, but failed to produce any words at all. He didn’t need to worry about that, though, because Reita continued speaking. “Do you know how much it sucks when your mom is constantly pressuring you about having grandkids and you don’t even have the heart to tell her you aren’t attracted to women?” he finished as he laughed bitterly. Uruha gave up on trying to form words and instead stared stupidly at Reita-Reita, the famous model he had been craving for the longest time, who had essentially just confessed to being gay.
“Do you know how it feels to come home to an empty apartment every night when you just want a fucking hug?” Reita asked as his voice cracked. “I don’t even care how lame that sounds! Sometimes I just want someone to give me a hug without thinking about me naked!”
Another period of silence settled between them, but Reita disrupted that silence, too. “When you talked to me the other night, I was so tired of being alone and I couldn’t bring myself to believe there was someone who really just wanted to talk to ME and not the rich and famous Reita-sama” he finished, the last part dripping with disdain.
Silence took over once more, but Uruha managed to finally find his voice and he said, “I don’t want to say the wrong thing to you.”
Reita tore his gaze from the wall in front of him and instead looked at Uruha, smiling fondly at him. “Say whatever you like. I’d appreciate your honesty.”
Nodding nervously, Uruha took a shaky breath before confessing, “I have the hugest crush on you.” He could feel his cheeks burning immediately after he had said what he did, but they felt on fire when Uruha heard Reita chuckling. He forced himself to look at Reita and saw that he was smiling at him. Swallowing nervously, Uruha continued, “But I didn’t lie to you. All I wanted… all I want… is to get to know you better. To see if you’re as amazing as I already thought… think you are.”
“Well,” Reita began softly. Uruha turned to look at him and noticed Reita was holding out a hand. “My name is Suzuki Reita. What’s your name?”
Uruha beamed. Reita had asked him for his name. Reita had asked him for his name! He happily extended his hand, latching onto Reita’s and shaking as he said, “My name is Takashima Uruha.”
Reita smiled warmly and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Uruha.”
Glancing down, Uruha bit his lip to stop his face from breaking behind the force of his smile as he noticed Reita hadn’t let go of his hand yet. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but Uruha jerked his head up and looked Reita in the eye, asking, “Can I make a request?”
Smiling even wider, Reita nodded and said, “Ask anything you want.”
“I… I was just wondering… if… if it was okay if I hugged you?” Uruha asked and hurriedly added, “I won’t think of you naked! I promise!” Reita couldn’t stop himself from bursting with laughter at Uruha’s comment. He nodded as a few chuckles still lingered and stood up, pulling Uruha with him.
“I would love it if you hugged me,” he said quietly as he pulled Uruha close to him and wrapped his arms around him. Uruha squeezed Reita tightly, hoping to transfer all of his emotions with that one hug. He wanted Reita to know how wonderful he really thought he was. He wanted Reita to know that he didn’t have to be alone, that he would be more than willing-and nothing less than happy-to be there for him whenever he needed. He wanted Reita to know that he wasn’t an average guy like he had said in that interview. He wanted Reita to know that he wasn’t just a model with a gorgeous face either.
He wanted Reita to know that he was Mister Perfect.
Pulling away slightly, Uruha blushed as he said, “I know I only asked for a hug, but would… would it be okay if… um, I mean… can we…”
Before Uruha could even finish his question… he died.
Well, he didn’t actually die… but he might as well have died as soon as he felt those lips he had dreamed about pressing softly against his own-engaging him in an absolutely perfect kiss from his mister perfect.
Reita finished the kiss with a few soft pecks and then pulled away from Uruha, smiling at the dazed and blushing boy in his arms. “Are you holding up okay?” he asked with amusement.
“Huh?” Uruha asked, his eyebrows peaking as Reita spoke to him. “Yeah, totally cool… great…” he trailed off, still not fully having recovered from the kiss. Reita couldn’t stop himself from chuckling, the sound knocking Uruha out of his shocked-state and causing him to join Reita in his laughter.
“I wasn’t picturing you naked when we hugged,” he said with a blush as he smirked at Reita, “but after that… I can’t make any promises."
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A/N: I don't know what to say as an author's note!!! Hopefully there will be no kicking Reita though D: Just so you know, I'll totally kung-fu anyone who's mean to model-Reita >:O