Socks!
Title: Socks!
Pairing/Group: All 5
Rating: G
Genre: Humor, fluff
Summary: Goro smiles like he's going to steal one of your socks later if you aren't nice to him just to make you suffer - @soyrwoo
A loud angry roar ripped through the building. Heard even though the walls of the sound proof studio, everyone turned. Nakai, who had been in the studio, recognized that sound. He hadn’t heard it for years. Immediately he jogged back to the dressing rooms.
The sight of Shingo and Tsuyoshi peeking around the door jam of Goro's dressing room, worried him deeply. “They never fight like that…” his voice trailed off pushing past the two of them. Nakai froze. Takuya was just standing in front of Goro's vanity, in one hand his hair dryer and the other… “Are those socks?” he stepped forward slowly. Takuya had a fist full of them, hand shaking. Three drawers full of various amounts of socks had been ripped open. “Wait… THESE ARE MINE!”
Digging into the drawer it was all full of just his socks. The other drawers were Takuya's and Shingo's. One lonely sock of Tsuyoshi's tucked in a 4th. The older 2 just frozen in shock, Tsuyoshi mumbled “I wonder what I did to upset him?” Shingo shot him a look “What are you talking about Tsuyopon?” he blinked looking between all 3 of them. “You didn't know?” Takuya stomped over, furious look on his face making him cringe a little. “That's his little form of revenge. He’s been doing it for years…” he turned and followed where Takuya's eyes had zeroed in.
Down the hall Goro had stopped, a look of horror appearing on his face as it dawned on him what happened. He took half a step back, like prey reacting to a predator. And like a predator Takuya saw his moment, and shot forward. The prey bolted. Through the halls, the studio, past guests, everyone was shrieking at the 2 famous middle aged men racing by.
Goro didn't dare look back. It had probably been a decade or two since the last time this had happened. He knew that as long as he kept looking forward and didn't trip he could keep ahead of him… barely. Running entirely on instinct he was able to dodge crew and staff, actually successfully vaulting a small railing. Almost falling too far forward when he landed, just barely recovering. Rounding a tight corner he ran smack into a thick wall of flesh.
Falling right onto his butt after hitting Shingo. Takuya was on him instantly. Cheek pressed down onto the cold floor, the heavy body on his back. Whining as his arm was pinned behind his back. “What. The. Hell.” Eyes squeezed shut, a high pitched whined was the only answer he got. Shingo crouched down and slowly ran his fingers through Goro's hair. Almost as if petting him. Those dark eyes met Shingo's with a look of terror, just begging for help. All he got in return was was a crazed glint and fingers roughly messing up his hair.
Nakai was on his belly, smirking at their victim “Explain”. Silent for just a little too long Takuya twisted his arm till he yelped “It started as a prank!” he let up on his arm. “I got mad at Nakai for punching me in the face…” he trailed off a bit. “So I stole one of his socks, just as a small revenge” Tsuyoshi sat down next to Nakai “I remember that. You were so mad” giggling and shoving the smaller man. “It worked so well I just kept doing it” relaxing as he was allowed to slip his arm of of that torturous position.
“Tsuyoshi even helped me a few times” Takuya instantly shoved him in the shoulder just giving him a ‘How could you?’ look. “Eventually I realized how many I had and how long it had been…” a soft rueful smile broke his face “I was going to give them all back when we retired”
The air felt heavy. Shingo's hand was the only thing that moved. Absent mindedly petting that soft dark hair. Like lighting Takuya had leaned over, planting a giant sloppy kiss on Goro's cheek. “I dare you to true and steal more. I’ll be watching” emphasizing his words with the matching hand gesture. Rolling off and helping Goro up off the floor. He was attacked from behind by Shingo. Flopping his arms around those pale shoulders, just whispering “I’m going to make sure my socks are extra smelly” Nakai just bunched him. “Goro-chan! What did I do?! Was it because I moved out?” Tsuyoshi just begged.
They walked back to the studio together. Just pecking the man for exactly what they did to deserve socks being stolen.
Pairing/Group: All 5
Rating: G
Genre: Humor, fluff
Summary: Goro smiles like he's going to steal one of your socks later if you aren't nice to him just to make you suffer - @soyrwoo
A loud angry roar ripped through the building. Heard even though the walls of the sound proof studio, everyone turned. Nakai, who had been in the studio, recognized that sound. He hadn’t heard it for years. Immediately he jogged back to the dressing rooms.
The sight of Shingo and Tsuyoshi peeking around the door jam of Goro's dressing room, worried him deeply. “They never fight like that…” his voice trailed off pushing past the two of them. Nakai froze. Takuya was just standing in front of Goro's vanity, in one hand his hair dryer and the other… “Are those socks?” he stepped forward slowly. Takuya had a fist full of them, hand shaking. Three drawers full of various amounts of socks had been ripped open. “Wait… THESE ARE MINE!”
Digging into the drawer it was all full of just his socks. The other drawers were Takuya's and Shingo's. One lonely sock of Tsuyoshi's tucked in a 4th. The older 2 just frozen in shock, Tsuyoshi mumbled “I wonder what I did to upset him?” Shingo shot him a look “What are you talking about Tsuyopon?” he blinked looking between all 3 of them. “You didn't know?” Takuya stomped over, furious look on his face making him cringe a little. “That's his little form of revenge. He’s been doing it for years…” he turned and followed where Takuya's eyes had zeroed in.
Down the hall Goro had stopped, a look of horror appearing on his face as it dawned on him what happened. He took half a step back, like prey reacting to a predator. And like a predator Takuya saw his moment, and shot forward. The prey bolted. Through the halls, the studio, past guests, everyone was shrieking at the 2 famous middle aged men racing by.
Goro didn't dare look back. It had probably been a decade or two since the last time this had happened. He knew that as long as he kept looking forward and didn't trip he could keep ahead of him… barely. Running entirely on instinct he was able to dodge crew and staff, actually successfully vaulting a small railing. Almost falling too far forward when he landed, just barely recovering. Rounding a tight corner he ran smack into a thick wall of flesh.
Falling right onto his butt after hitting Shingo. Takuya was on him instantly. Cheek pressed down onto the cold floor, the heavy body on his back. Whining as his arm was pinned behind his back. “What. The. Hell.” Eyes squeezed shut, a high pitched whined was the only answer he got. Shingo crouched down and slowly ran his fingers through Goro's hair. Almost as if petting him. Those dark eyes met Shingo's with a look of terror, just begging for help. All he got in return was was a crazed glint and fingers roughly messing up his hair.
Nakai was on his belly, smirking at their victim “Explain”. Silent for just a little too long Takuya twisted his arm till he yelped “It started as a prank!” he let up on his arm. “I got mad at Nakai for punching me in the face…” he trailed off a bit. “So I stole one of his socks, just as a small revenge” Tsuyoshi sat down next to Nakai “I remember that. You were so mad” giggling and shoving the smaller man. “It worked so well I just kept doing it” relaxing as he was allowed to slip his arm of of that torturous position.
“Tsuyoshi even helped me a few times” Takuya instantly shoved him in the shoulder just giving him a ‘How could you?’ look. “Eventually I realized how many I had and how long it had been…” a soft rueful smile broke his face “I was going to give them all back when we retired”
The air felt heavy. Shingo's hand was the only thing that moved. Absent mindedly petting that soft dark hair. Like lighting Takuya had leaned over, planting a giant sloppy kiss on Goro's cheek. “I dare you to true and steal more. I’ll be watching” emphasizing his words with the matching hand gesture. Rolling off and helping Goro up off the floor. He was attacked from behind by Shingo. Flopping his arms around those pale shoulders, just whispering “I’m going to make sure my socks are extra smelly” Nakai just bunched him. “Goro-chan! What did I do?! Was it because I moved out?” Tsuyoshi just begged.
They walked back to the studio together. Just pecking the man for exactly what they did to deserve socks being stolen.