Spica chapter 1
Title: Spica.
Pairing: Tegoshi x Masuda, Yamapi x Ryo
Rating: pg-13
Summary:
He’d reached the outskirts of the Kansai region somewhere around mid morning and the sun was out, shining warmly on his cheeks, a slight breeze gently ruffling his dark hair.
Watching the pinkish sunrise through the uniformly rectangular windows of the quiet train, Masuda had bawled into his sleeves while clutching the family photo he had grabbed the night before. He was glad he had taken it, glad he had something to, rather ironically, remember. He’d tried to stop himself, tried hard to bite back the tears as the other passengers stared in curiousity - or annoyance, Masuda didn’t know which - but he’d given up after five minutes, apologizing for his behaviour as he clawed at his eyes with his jacket sleeves.
He ran away because he had to, he ran away and he had to follow through with his decision. He knew he couldn’t possibly go back to Tokyo now. He was too afraid to face the people he had left behind.
Besides, he did not have enough money for the return trip. He had used what little cash he had on him for the train ticket and was now left with a few silver hundred yen coins.
The train had passed through Osaka at one point but Masuda didn’t get off. He wanted to get as far out into the country as he could, to somewhere where there would be as little cars as possible, where he wouldn’t have to drive one again. In the end he’d gotten off when the train had made a transit stop somewhere in between Osaka and Kyoto.
He didn’t know why he did, but something made him feel like this was the right place to go.
Adjusting his heavy backpack, Masuda had walked out of the station, taking a moment to stop and enjoy the cool wind blowing on his skin.
It was refreshing and made him feel that hopefully, very hopefully, everything would be okay.
A quick glance at the clock hanging from the streetlamp told him it was a little past noon.
A loud growl from his tummy told him that it was time for lunch.
Masuda closed his eyes and stretched his good arm and back, loosening the stiff muscles he had gotten from the long hours of travelling. His cellphone had run out of power long ago and he wondered if his sister had tried to contact him. Tossing his battery dead phone back into his backpack, Masuda headed out into the streets with a small, weak -but nonetheless- smile.
*
He had spent a good three hours in a manga cafe, the type that would let you stay as long as you wanted if you ordered a drink or two. Masuda didn't have enough money to get any proper food, but he'd squeezed out enough for a coffee and onigiri, the two cheapest things on the menu. It wasn't merely enough, but at least it had quelled the noises coming from his digestive system.
He had stalled as long as he could in that comfy beanbag and air conditioning, reading volume after volume of One Piece, trying to ignore the clock that was staring him in the face. Eventually he'd gotten up grudgingly, taking one last sip of the complimentary drinking water before heading out to find somewhere he could withdraw money from. Banks, if he remembered correctly, had a tendency to close early.
Masuda had barely taken two steps out of the place when a tall brown haired man wearing a flashy red apron came running at him, hands waving in the air.
“Excuse me! You there! You! Do you like children? I'm Yamashita and I run a daycare you see, and my coworker kind of ahhh, screw this. " A very flustered Yamashita came to a halt in front of a visibly stunned Masuda, bent double and panting, hand raised assuringly so Masuda wouldn't run away. He had a big, happy yellow badge pinned to one of the straps of his apron. It read : Yamapi. (山★P)
"I’ll pay you a full day's wages if you can help me tame ten crying little devils in an hour. Deal?"
Masuda nodded - more out of shock than in agreement or anything else, and Yamashita grabbed his good arm with a grin and promptly dragged him in the direction of Johnny's Day Care Centre.
*
Ten happy pacified children and a huge mess of fingerpaints later, Yamashita collapsed onto one of the cushy mats the children used for playing, sighing in relief as he slid his hand through his messed up (and paint filled) hair.
"You have no idea how much you just saved my hide from being skinned." Yamashita grabbed one of the heart shaped pillows off the floor, pulling it onto his lap. He gestured for Masuda to sit down at one of the kiddy tables, tossing him another pillow in the shape of a cloud.
"I guess I owe you a proper explanation. But in any case, you're really good with kids aren't ya?" Masuda nodded, dragging the tiny stool over, fiddling with the soft cloud cushion in his hands.
"I was training to be a PE teacher back in Tokyo."
"That explains it! We're actually shorthanded now, since OO-San will be on her pregnancy leave... How about you taking over? It would save me alot of trouble in finding someone to replace her." Yamashita grinned, giving Masuda a thumbs up.
He wasn't entirely sure about this, but who was he to refuse a job offer? He probably wouldn't be able to get a employment anywhere else, without a proper teaching liscence.
"Is it okay?" Masuda looked up, hopeful. "For me to take over, that is."
"Okay? Are you kidding me? Look at you! You just calmed seven crying kindergarteners and you barely have any paint on your clothes. You're a natural." Yamashita chuckled, the splotches of paint on his cheeks moving with his laughs. "I'll get you the application form later. You start on Monday, Nine AM. Capish?"
Masuda nodded, hugging the cloud, letting the information sink in. He had a job.
“Anyway, what was your name again?” Yamashita yawned, rolling onto his side to face the younger one.
“Masuda.”
“Ah, Masuda-kun. As I was saying, OO-san was pregnant right? And she’s in her final stages. So basically we were doing fine, the kids were eating and then BAM! Her water breaks, and one of the kids starts crying and it’s like this chain reaction and suddenly I’ve got one very pregnant coworker and ten wailing kiddies.” The young teacher sat up, heart pillow waving excitedly above his head.
“So I grab the phone and dial for the hospital, then I called her husband and stuck one of those cold patch thingums on her forehead. I don’t know why, but it calmed her down a bit. But I’ve still got ten wailing distressed children right? “
“Five distressed children? I can handle that. But ten? That’s practically suicide. So I try to separate them into two different rooms, but no, they throw a stuffed elephant at me and it hits me right smack in the face.” Yamashita paused for dramatic effect, pointing at his forehead.
“And there I am, practically blind, and one of the kids pushes me and I step on a carrot and trip and land hard on my butt, but finally the ambulance arrives and I’ve got the pregnant coworker problem solved, so I grab my keys and lock up the place.”
“Then I ran out into the street telling myself to find someone who’s colourful and has a kind face because that kind of person probably likes kids, and I round the corner and JYAN!” Yamashita jumped off the mat, landing in front of Masuda.“I found you. I didn’t really expect the broken arm, but the rainbow jacket did the trick.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not usually this talkative but I think the excitement kind of got to me.” The teacher had walked over to the front desk, past the room of sleeping children and came back with a form and a pencil, handing them to Masuda. He'd filled in the form accordingly, leaving blanks in the boxes he couldn't fill.
"Masuda Takahisa-kun? A little old to be a runaway, huh?"
Masuda panicked, gawking at his boss-to-be. "How did you know?"
“Lucky guess. This is a small town, Masuda-kun. A stranger would stick out easily. But you? With that broken arm and dressing style of yours you’d stick out like a sore thumb alright, a technicoloured one at that.” Yamashita reached out, ruffling the younger one's hair.
Masuda bit his lip and looked down at his feet, pulling his rainbow hoodie closer to himself, suddenly insecure.
“Not that I mind, of course. You’re interesting. And nice. Now, you need a place to stay.” Yamashita smiled, pointing with the pencil at the Address section Masuda had left blank. “I think I can help you with that.”
“Ah, no, I don’t have enough money to pay for lodging.” The newly hired Masuda shook his head.
"Don't worry about that. Take it as a thank you favour for today or something." Yamashita grinned.
“Thank you, Yamashita-san.” Masuda stood up and bowed low, deep, grateful. He was tearing a little from Yamashita's kindness.
“Ahhhh, stop being all cute like that.” Yamashita whined, pinching Masuda’s cheeks lightly. “Now help me clean up this hurricane.”
*
They'd packed up the daycare centre and waited for all the kids to leave, waving goodbye as their mummys and daddys came to take them home. Yamashita had given Masuda his own Flashy Yellow Apron and Badge, telling him to write whatever nickname he wanted on it. He'd followed Yamashita back to an ordinary grey apartment building and was currently standing outside apartment number 901. Yamashita had pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, telling Masuda to wait outside while he went in to get somebody. A few minutes later, Yamashita had returned with his arm draped around a disgruntled black haired male dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans.
He looked positively scary.
"Ryo-chan, this is Masuda-kun from Tokyo. Be nice." Yamashita nodded at Masuda.
“Masuda-kun, this is Nishikido Ryo-chan. He owns this building.” Masuda blinked and took a step back, bowing slightly. Nishikido's stony expression gave him the creeps, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand.
"Could you show him to the apartment?" Yamashita handed Nishikido a set of keys. "I really need to shower, the paint's starting to itch."
Nishikido nodded and slipped on a pair of slippers, gesturing for Masuda to follow him. They headed down two flights of stairs and turned left, stopping briefly in front of apartment 707 while he unlocked the place before stepping inside the dark, musty apartment.
“My rent rate goes from 30 000 to 80 000 yen a month depending on how much of a jackass you are and whether I like you or not, so try to stay on my good side.” Nishikido said, turning on the lights and heading to the kitchen and bathroom. He tested the taps and the gas, air conditioning and heating, then nodded and stepped back into the corridor where Masuda was waiting. "The electricity, gas and water should be working fine."
“I collect rent every fifth day of the month, and I live upstairs with Yamapi so there’s no escaping from me you got that?”
Masuda nodded, putting his backpack down near the small kitchen, and the landlord handed him the keys.
“Your neighbour’s a sweet kid called Tegoshi Yuya, and I’m particularly fond of him so if you give him any trouble you’re out of here. He’s about your age though, you should get along fine.”
“And Masuda-kun?" Nishikido popped his head back into the apartment, squinting at Masuda.
"Yes?"
"Get some sleep, you look exhausted.”
With that, Nishikido closed the door to Masuda’s new home, leaving him to wonder how he’s managed to make it this far in a town he didn’t even know the name of.
*
It was a pretty nice place.
Simple, clean, a little bare, but that was to be expected. He’d just moved in after all. The apartment was just the right size for one or two people, with two rooms apart from the common area. The floor was tiled and the ceiling equipped with energy saving fluorescent bulbs. The kitchen was also connected to the main living area, which had a couch and a kotatsu laid out in front of what should have been the television set.
He’d kept the cash Yamashita had given him in his wallet, intending to use it for grocery shopping the next day. He still needed to find a way to withdraw money though.
He’d found an electricity socket next to the kitchen counter and plugged in his phone charger before taking a quick shower, dripping water along the corridor as he dried his hair. The lights on his cell phone flashed and he picked it up, flipping it open.
36 missed calls, 24 messages.
Takahisa, wherever you are, PICK UP YOUR STUPID PHONE SO I KNOW YOU’RE ALRIGHT.
-Nee chan.
Masuda closed the message and dialed his sister’s number, the keypad clicking loudly in the silent apartment.
“Nee-chan?”
“Takahisa? Is that you? Are you alright? Don’t do anything stupid!”
He smiled at the concern in his sister’s voice.
“I’m fine, did you see the note I left you?”
“I did, I did…do you have a place to stay?”
“Un…I’m sorry I left so suddenly.”
“It’s okay. I’ll miss you though, Takahisa.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, and it’s getting late, you should go rest. Call me again tomorrow okay?”
“I will. Nee-chan?”
“Hmm?”
“Goodnight.”
"Goodnight, Takahisa."
He put his phone back on the counter, flopped onto the couch, and fell asleep with a soft smile on his face, his heart warm against the cold of the night.
*
He'd been sleeping quite peacefully until he was awoken by the incessant ringing of his doorbell. Stumbling across the cool floor, Masuda closed his eyes as he felt the blood rush to his head, bumping into the wall and tripping over the shoes he had left in the doorway. Mumbling, he swung open the door grumpily, eyes still half closed.
“Hi! I’m your neighbour, Tegoshi Yuya. Nice to meet you!”
Masuda didn’t quite know how to react to the crossdressing boy smiling at him in the doorway, his hand raised in a peace sign. Masuda supposes he should have been a little shocked or stunned at least, but it was three am in the morning and his bizarre day had jaded him into thinking that anything was possible. Said neighbour had soft looking cocao-coloured hair, an overbright smile, straight, pearly white teeth, and cute round doe eyes. Tegoshi was wearing a school-girl uniform complete with glitter and shimmering blue eyeshadow. He could’ve sworn he saw pink lipgloss too - something smelled like strawberries- but he was too dizzy to focus.
Masuda winced and held on to the doorframe in an attempt steady himself. His head was throbbing, a dull pain pulsing under his temples and his tummy felt oddly queasy.
“I kind of lost my keys and I was wondering if - Massu? Are you okay?”
Massu?! He felt panic creeping in with the old nickname from Tokyo, but the increasing dizziness won the emotional war. He can’t possibly know…
Tegoshi had stepped forward and placed his palm on his new neighbour’s forehead, concerned at his unresponsive state of being. Masuda’s cheeks were flushed and his lips were pale, an unhealthy blue undertone tinting his skin. Tegoshi leaned in closer to peer into his eyes and Masuda caught a whiff of that fruity smell again.
Tegoshi was indeed using lipgloss.
“…Strawberries…” was the last thing he managed to murmur before blacking out and falling forward into Tegoshi’s unsuspecting arms (and squishy fake boobs, but let's not go there).
The crossdressing boy - or Yuuko, as Masuda would later learn- caught his neighbour with an ’oof’ and stared wide eyed, backing up against the wall to support the older one’s weight.
“Oh dear.”
*
A/n. It’s been a while since I’ve done narrative (I love descriptive too much. XD), I’m sorry if it’s jerky or odd in any way. m(-__-)m . And if I bored you with the descriptions and all, I apologise for that too. m(-___-)m Still not much plot in it yet, but hey, our favourite two finally meet :D
Ah, before I forget, OO-san can be read as ‘maru maru san’ or anyway you want. She’s inconsequencial. Concrit much loved. <3
Thankyouforreading. \(^_______^)/~ Merry Christmas. !
NTS: Edit before posting on comms with prologue.
Pairing: Tegoshi x Masuda, Yamapi x Ryo
Rating: pg-13
Summary:
He’d reached the outskirts of the Kansai region somewhere around mid morning and the sun was out, shining warmly on his cheeks, a slight breeze gently ruffling his dark hair.
Watching the pinkish sunrise through the uniformly rectangular windows of the quiet train, Masuda had bawled into his sleeves while clutching the family photo he had grabbed the night before. He was glad he had taken it, glad he had something to, rather ironically, remember. He’d tried to stop himself, tried hard to bite back the tears as the other passengers stared in curiousity - or annoyance, Masuda didn’t know which - but he’d given up after five minutes, apologizing for his behaviour as he clawed at his eyes with his jacket sleeves.
He ran away because he had to, he ran away and he had to follow through with his decision. He knew he couldn’t possibly go back to Tokyo now. He was too afraid to face the people he had left behind.
Besides, he did not have enough money for the return trip. He had used what little cash he had on him for the train ticket and was now left with a few silver hundred yen coins.
The train had passed through Osaka at one point but Masuda didn’t get off. He wanted to get as far out into the country as he could, to somewhere where there would be as little cars as possible, where he wouldn’t have to drive one again. In the end he’d gotten off when the train had made a transit stop somewhere in between Osaka and Kyoto.
He didn’t know why he did, but something made him feel like this was the right place to go.
Adjusting his heavy backpack, Masuda had walked out of the station, taking a moment to stop and enjoy the cool wind blowing on his skin.
It was refreshing and made him feel that hopefully, very hopefully, everything would be okay.
A quick glance at the clock hanging from the streetlamp told him it was a little past noon.
A loud growl from his tummy told him that it was time for lunch.
Masuda closed his eyes and stretched his good arm and back, loosening the stiff muscles he had gotten from the long hours of travelling. His cellphone had run out of power long ago and he wondered if his sister had tried to contact him. Tossing his battery dead phone back into his backpack, Masuda headed out into the streets with a small, weak -but nonetheless- smile.
*
He had spent a good three hours in a manga cafe, the type that would let you stay as long as you wanted if you ordered a drink or two. Masuda didn't have enough money to get any proper food, but he'd squeezed out enough for a coffee and onigiri, the two cheapest things on the menu. It wasn't merely enough, but at least it had quelled the noises coming from his digestive system.
He had stalled as long as he could in that comfy beanbag and air conditioning, reading volume after volume of One Piece, trying to ignore the clock that was staring him in the face. Eventually he'd gotten up grudgingly, taking one last sip of the complimentary drinking water before heading out to find somewhere he could withdraw money from. Banks, if he remembered correctly, had a tendency to close early.
Masuda had barely taken two steps out of the place when a tall brown haired man wearing a flashy red apron came running at him, hands waving in the air.
“Excuse me! You there! You! Do you like children? I'm Yamashita and I run a daycare you see, and my coworker kind of ahhh, screw this. " A very flustered Yamashita came to a halt in front of a visibly stunned Masuda, bent double and panting, hand raised assuringly so Masuda wouldn't run away. He had a big, happy yellow badge pinned to one of the straps of his apron. It read : Yamapi. (山★P)
"I’ll pay you a full day's wages if you can help me tame ten crying little devils in an hour. Deal?"
Masuda nodded - more out of shock than in agreement or anything else, and Yamashita grabbed his good arm with a grin and promptly dragged him in the direction of Johnny's Day Care Centre.
*
Ten happy pacified children and a huge mess of fingerpaints later, Yamashita collapsed onto one of the cushy mats the children used for playing, sighing in relief as he slid his hand through his messed up (and paint filled) hair.
"You have no idea how much you just saved my hide from being skinned." Yamashita grabbed one of the heart shaped pillows off the floor, pulling it onto his lap. He gestured for Masuda to sit down at one of the kiddy tables, tossing him another pillow in the shape of a cloud.
"I guess I owe you a proper explanation. But in any case, you're really good with kids aren't ya?" Masuda nodded, dragging the tiny stool over, fiddling with the soft cloud cushion in his hands.
"I was training to be a PE teacher back in Tokyo."
"That explains it! We're actually shorthanded now, since OO-San will be on her pregnancy leave... How about you taking over? It would save me alot of trouble in finding someone to replace her." Yamashita grinned, giving Masuda a thumbs up.
He wasn't entirely sure about this, but who was he to refuse a job offer? He probably wouldn't be able to get a employment anywhere else, without a proper teaching liscence.
"Is it okay?" Masuda looked up, hopeful. "For me to take over, that is."
"Okay? Are you kidding me? Look at you! You just calmed seven crying kindergarteners and you barely have any paint on your clothes. You're a natural." Yamashita chuckled, the splotches of paint on his cheeks moving with his laughs. "I'll get you the application form later. You start on Monday, Nine AM. Capish?"
Masuda nodded, hugging the cloud, letting the information sink in. He had a job.
“Anyway, what was your name again?” Yamashita yawned, rolling onto his side to face the younger one.
“Masuda.”
“Ah, Masuda-kun. As I was saying, OO-san was pregnant right? And she’s in her final stages. So basically we were doing fine, the kids were eating and then BAM! Her water breaks, and one of the kids starts crying and it’s like this chain reaction and suddenly I’ve got one very pregnant coworker and ten wailing kiddies.” The young teacher sat up, heart pillow waving excitedly above his head.
“So I grab the phone and dial for the hospital, then I called her husband and stuck one of those cold patch thingums on her forehead. I don’t know why, but it calmed her down a bit. But I’ve still got ten wailing distressed children right? “
“Five distressed children? I can handle that. But ten? That’s practically suicide. So I try to separate them into two different rooms, but no, they throw a stuffed elephant at me and it hits me right smack in the face.” Yamashita paused for dramatic effect, pointing at his forehead.
“And there I am, practically blind, and one of the kids pushes me and I step on a carrot and trip and land hard on my butt, but finally the ambulance arrives and I’ve got the pregnant coworker problem solved, so I grab my keys and lock up the place.”
“Then I ran out into the street telling myself to find someone who’s colourful and has a kind face because that kind of person probably likes kids, and I round the corner and JYAN!” Yamashita jumped off the mat, landing in front of Masuda.“I found you. I didn’t really expect the broken arm, but the rainbow jacket did the trick.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not usually this talkative but I think the excitement kind of got to me.” The teacher had walked over to the front desk, past the room of sleeping children and came back with a form and a pencil, handing them to Masuda. He'd filled in the form accordingly, leaving blanks in the boxes he couldn't fill.
"Masuda Takahisa-kun? A little old to be a runaway, huh?"
Masuda panicked, gawking at his boss-to-be. "How did you know?"
“Lucky guess. This is a small town, Masuda-kun. A stranger would stick out easily. But you? With that broken arm and dressing style of yours you’d stick out like a sore thumb alright, a technicoloured one at that.” Yamashita reached out, ruffling the younger one's hair.
Masuda bit his lip and looked down at his feet, pulling his rainbow hoodie closer to himself, suddenly insecure.
“Not that I mind, of course. You’re interesting. And nice. Now, you need a place to stay.” Yamashita smiled, pointing with the pencil at the Address section Masuda had left blank. “I think I can help you with that.”
“Ah, no, I don’t have enough money to pay for lodging.” The newly hired Masuda shook his head.
"Don't worry about that. Take it as a thank you favour for today or something." Yamashita grinned.
“Thank you, Yamashita-san.” Masuda stood up and bowed low, deep, grateful. He was tearing a little from Yamashita's kindness.
“Ahhhh, stop being all cute like that.” Yamashita whined, pinching Masuda’s cheeks lightly. “Now help me clean up this hurricane.”
*
They'd packed up the daycare centre and waited for all the kids to leave, waving goodbye as their mummys and daddys came to take them home. Yamashita had given Masuda his own Flashy Yellow Apron and Badge, telling him to write whatever nickname he wanted on it. He'd followed Yamashita back to an ordinary grey apartment building and was currently standing outside apartment number 901. Yamashita had pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, telling Masuda to wait outside while he went in to get somebody. A few minutes later, Yamashita had returned with his arm draped around a disgruntled black haired male dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans.
He looked positively scary.
"Ryo-chan, this is Masuda-kun from Tokyo. Be nice." Yamashita nodded at Masuda.
“Masuda-kun, this is Nishikido Ryo-chan. He owns this building.” Masuda blinked and took a step back, bowing slightly. Nishikido's stony expression gave him the creeps, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand.
"Could you show him to the apartment?" Yamashita handed Nishikido a set of keys. "I really need to shower, the paint's starting to itch."
Nishikido nodded and slipped on a pair of slippers, gesturing for Masuda to follow him. They headed down two flights of stairs and turned left, stopping briefly in front of apartment 707 while he unlocked the place before stepping inside the dark, musty apartment.
“My rent rate goes from 30 000 to 80 000 yen a month depending on how much of a jackass you are and whether I like you or not, so try to stay on my good side.” Nishikido said, turning on the lights and heading to the kitchen and bathroom. He tested the taps and the gas, air conditioning and heating, then nodded and stepped back into the corridor where Masuda was waiting. "The electricity, gas and water should be working fine."
“I collect rent every fifth day of the month, and I live upstairs with Yamapi so there’s no escaping from me you got that?”
Masuda nodded, putting his backpack down near the small kitchen, and the landlord handed him the keys.
“Your neighbour’s a sweet kid called Tegoshi Yuya, and I’m particularly fond of him so if you give him any trouble you’re out of here. He’s about your age though, you should get along fine.”
“And Masuda-kun?" Nishikido popped his head back into the apartment, squinting at Masuda.
"Yes?"
"Get some sleep, you look exhausted.”
With that, Nishikido closed the door to Masuda’s new home, leaving him to wonder how he’s managed to make it this far in a town he didn’t even know the name of.
*
It was a pretty nice place.
Simple, clean, a little bare, but that was to be expected. He’d just moved in after all. The apartment was just the right size for one or two people, with two rooms apart from the common area. The floor was tiled and the ceiling equipped with energy saving fluorescent bulbs. The kitchen was also connected to the main living area, which had a couch and a kotatsu laid out in front of what should have been the television set.
He’d kept the cash Yamashita had given him in his wallet, intending to use it for grocery shopping the next day. He still needed to find a way to withdraw money though.
He’d found an electricity socket next to the kitchen counter and plugged in his phone charger before taking a quick shower, dripping water along the corridor as he dried his hair. The lights on his cell phone flashed and he picked it up, flipping it open.
36 missed calls, 24 messages.
Takahisa, wherever you are, PICK UP YOUR STUPID PHONE SO I KNOW YOU’RE ALRIGHT.
-Nee chan.
Masuda closed the message and dialed his sister’s number, the keypad clicking loudly in the silent apartment.
“Nee-chan?”
“Takahisa? Is that you? Are you alright? Don’t do anything stupid!”
He smiled at the concern in his sister’s voice.
“I’m fine, did you see the note I left you?”
“I did, I did…do you have a place to stay?”
“Un…I’m sorry I left so suddenly.”
“It’s okay. I’ll miss you though, Takahisa.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, and it’s getting late, you should go rest. Call me again tomorrow okay?”
“I will. Nee-chan?”
“Hmm?”
“Goodnight.”
"Goodnight, Takahisa."
He put his phone back on the counter, flopped onto the couch, and fell asleep with a soft smile on his face, his heart warm against the cold of the night.
*
He'd been sleeping quite peacefully until he was awoken by the incessant ringing of his doorbell. Stumbling across the cool floor, Masuda closed his eyes as he felt the blood rush to his head, bumping into the wall and tripping over the shoes he had left in the doorway. Mumbling, he swung open the door grumpily, eyes still half closed.
“Hi! I’m your neighbour, Tegoshi Yuya. Nice to meet you!”
Masuda didn’t quite know how to react to the crossdressing boy smiling at him in the doorway, his hand raised in a peace sign. Masuda supposes he should have been a little shocked or stunned at least, but it was three am in the morning and his bizarre day had jaded him into thinking that anything was possible. Said neighbour had soft looking cocao-coloured hair, an overbright smile, straight, pearly white teeth, and cute round doe eyes. Tegoshi was wearing a school-girl uniform complete with glitter and shimmering blue eyeshadow. He could’ve sworn he saw pink lipgloss too - something smelled like strawberries- but he was too dizzy to focus.
Masuda winced and held on to the doorframe in an attempt steady himself. His head was throbbing, a dull pain pulsing under his temples and his tummy felt oddly queasy.
“I kind of lost my keys and I was wondering if - Massu? Are you okay?”
Massu?! He felt panic creeping in with the old nickname from Tokyo, but the increasing dizziness won the emotional war. He can’t possibly know…
Tegoshi had stepped forward and placed his palm on his new neighbour’s forehead, concerned at his unresponsive state of being. Masuda’s cheeks were flushed and his lips were pale, an unhealthy blue undertone tinting his skin. Tegoshi leaned in closer to peer into his eyes and Masuda caught a whiff of that fruity smell again.
Tegoshi was indeed using lipgloss.
“…Strawberries…” was the last thing he managed to murmur before blacking out and falling forward into Tegoshi’s unsuspecting arms (and squishy fake boobs, but let's not go there).
The crossdressing boy - or Yuuko, as Masuda would later learn- caught his neighbour with an ’oof’ and stared wide eyed, backing up against the wall to support the older one’s weight.
“Oh dear.”
*
A/n. It’s been a while since I’ve done narrative (I love descriptive too much. XD), I’m sorry if it’s jerky or odd in any way. m(-__-)m . And if I bored you with the descriptions and all, I apologise for that too. m(-___-)m Still not much plot in it yet, but hey, our favourite two finally meet :D
Ah, before I forget, OO-san can be read as ‘maru maru san’ or anyway you want. She’s inconsequencial. Concrit much loved. <3
Thankyouforreading. \(^_______^)/~ Merry Christmas. !
NTS: Edit before posting on comms with prologue.