Writer's Block HirotoxShou
Title: Writer's Block
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: Hiroto x Shou
Genre: Romance, fluff
Warning/Disclaimer: Nothing to warn about. Alice Nine belong to themselves.
Rating: PG
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Shou struggles to write a new song, and Hiroto offers to help him, but ends up helping Shou with more than just the song.
Author's Comment: I offered a fic at the help_japan community and puss_nd_boots won the auction, and she requested Alice Nine with Hiroto and Shou realizing they're more than friends. Thanks for your patience! Side note: I haven't written Alice Nine since September. So long ago!
Shou frowned as he stared at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. A pencil lay next to him, ready to create the first mark on the paper. But he couldn’t think of a single thing to write. He was supposed to be writing the lyrics for Alice Nine’s new single, but all his talent for creating lyrics seemed to have flown out the window.
The singer let out a frustrated sigh. Why was this so hard today? He rarely struggled this much when creating a song. He sometimes had writer’s block like any other musician, but it was this particular piece that seemed impossible. Why was this one any different from the others?
Shou glanced up, musings interrupted as he heard the intercom buzzing. He stood up and left the small table in his living room before going over to the intercom by the door, pressing the button so he could respond. “Hello?” It could be the mailman delivering a package he’d ordered, or it could be someone coming to pay him a visit. The former was more likely. No one would want to leave the comfort of their home on a rainy, miserable day like this.
“It’s Hiroto. Can I come up?”
Shou felt his face redden. Hiroto… he hadn’t expected him.
“Of course.” He stepped away from the door, biting his lip. He had mixed feelings about Hiroto. Several months ago, Shou had realized one very thing: somehow the lines between friendship, attraction and desire had blurred together. Hiroto was no longer just a friend or a band mate anymore. Shou was in love with him. The singer had never, not even in his wildest dreams, pictured himself falling in love with one of his band mates. It complicated things so much, and Shou had been doing his best to behave normally around Hiroto as if those feelings didn’t exist. It was so hard to simply be Hiroto’s friend when Shou longed to be his lover.
The singer jumped as said man knocked on the door. He pulled it open, pulse quickening as he saw Hiroto. The guitarist carried an umbrella and was bundled up in a black rain jacket. His jeans and shoes had been drenched by the storm, but Hiroto didn’t seem to care. He pushed off his hood, looking absolutely adorable with his ruffled hair as he smiled at Shou.
“I know you’ve been feeling lonely since you’ve moved into a new apartment and don’t know your neighbors, so I decided to visit. Besides, I prefer spending a rainy day with someone.”
Shou blushed again. Hiroto was always so considerate. “Thank you. Here, come inside.” He ushered the guitarist into his apartment, taking the coat and umbrella for him while Hiroto removed his shoes. “Do you want to take a shower? I don’t want you to catch a cold just because you visited me…”
“I’m fine.” Hiroto looked down at his soaked socks and jeans. “Um, could I borrow some dry pants?” he smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t resist jumping in some puddles along the way.”
“Of course you can.” Shou wondered if any of his clothes would fit Hiroto’s smaller frame, but didn’t comment. “Do you want some tea? I think my chai is almost ready.”
“Sure.” Shou led Hiroto into the kitchen and poured him a cup of the tea once it was ready. He then went into his bedroom, picking out a pair of jeans and some socks before bringing them to Hiroto.
“Thanks. Sorry for dripping all over your apartment.”
“It’s fine.”
Hiroto smiled and set his tea down on the counter. “I’ll clean up after myself.”
“Really, there’s no need. I can take care of it.”
“All right.”
“I’ll put your things in the dryer once you’ve changed,” Shou said, wisely leaving the kitchen to give Hiroto some privacy. He couldn’t trust himself to not stare blatantly at the other’s exposed skin.
“I don’t think I should ever shop in your closet,” Hiroto laughed as he came out of the kitchen. He’d had to roll the bottoms of the jeans several times to keep them from dragging.
“Probably not.” Shou smiled as he took Hiroto’s wet clothes. He put them in the dryer, glancing up as he heard his name again.
“Shou? Are you having trouble writing the song?”
“Yes. I haven’t been able to come up with anything.”
Hiroto had moved to the living room and was kneeling in front of the table, tea in hand as he studied the blank sheet of paper that was the source of Shou’s misery.
“Maybe I can help,” he offered.
“I’d be grateful if you could.” Shou hated the moments where the lyrics were impossible. It was like trying to catch smoke, but more infuriating since this was his job. He shouldn’t struggle with creating a new song.
“Let me clean up and then we’ll see if we can come up with something.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to clean for you? It’s my mess.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Hiroto hadn’t tracked in too much water so clean up didn’t take long at all. Shou poured himself a cup of chai tea then sat down next to Hiroto, blushing as the other moved so close that their shoulders touched. Shou closed his eyes and breathed in Hiroto’s scent. He could still smell the light cologne Hiroto had used and the scent of his favorite strawberry shampoo…
“Have you had any ideas yet?”
Shou blushed. “I’ve thought of the concept for the song, but not the lyrics. Since the music has a happy element, I wanted this to be a cheerful song. I imagined a couple that has managed to overcome all their troubles and now they can be together.” He’d pictured the story behind the song so vividly. At first, he’d imagined himself and Hiroto as the lovers and ending with Hiroto confessing his love, but had told himself not to be ridiculous. Hiroto had never shown any interest in having him as a lover. Only as a friend.
“Hm…” Hiroto took the pencil and wrote down Shou’s ideas. “Is there anything else?”
“Not really.” Shou sipped his tea, frowning as he studied Hiroto. Perhaps the source of his writer’s block was right in front of him. His own love life was nonexistent and consisted of pining for Hiroto. Maybe that was affecting his ability to write a love song.
“So… you want the lovers to overcome everything that prevented them from being together?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of things?” Hiroto set the pencil down and looked up at Shou.
“Well… disapproval from others, wondering if the other reciprocates their love, fear of rejection, fear that a confession will change everything…” Shou trailed off as he realized he was describing his own reasons for not telling Hiroto that he loved him.
“Anything else?”
“No,” Shou said softly.
“Those are all hard to overcome.”
“Yes.” Shou fidgeted as Hiroto studied his face. “Maybe I should just take a break and come back to it later tonight.” He picked up his tea again and took a long drink, setting it back down and taking a deep breath. Hiroto’s questions were getting a little too close to home.
“Hold still.”
“What?”
“You have an eyelash on your cheek,” Hiroto explained.
“I do?” Shou froze as the guitarist leaned in closer.
“Make a wish,” Hiroto chuckled as he brushed the eyelash away.
I wish you would love me.
Shou thought his heart would stop when Hiroto leaned in and abruptly kissed him. Wait. Hiroto had just… kissed him. Hiroto was really kissing him. He wasn’t imagining those soft lips caressing his. This was real. Shou was too stunned to react as Hiroto cupped his face and pulled him down to his level. The guitarist kissed him again, letting out a frustrated noise when Shou didn’t return the kiss. That sound jumpstarted his brain, and he kissed back desperately. He’d been dying for Hiroto to kiss him for so long.
Shou broke the kiss first, face flushed and heart beating rapidly. Hiroto pouted at the loss of contact. “W-Why did you kiss me?” he squeaked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Hiroto stroked his hair out of his face. “I want to be more than just your friend, Shou.”
“Y-you do?” Shou wished he could stop stammering; it was making him sound like an idiot.
Hiroto chuckled. “Of course I do.” He leaned in and kissed Shou again, tangling his fingers in the singer’s hair. “I’ve wanted this a while.”
“But… you… I…” Shou trailed off and gave up on coherent sentences as he returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Hiroto’s waist and pressing him closer.
Reluctantly, the guitarist broke the kiss. “Do you love me?”
“More than I’ve ever loved anyone before,” Shou said softly.
“That’s how I feel about you.” Hiroto stroked his face. “I guess I’ve been in love with you for a while, I just didn’t know it was love until that live in Kyoto.”
“Two months ago?”
“Yes.” Hiroto made a face. “When Saga grabbed you and kissed you right after his solo. I just wanted to go over and punch him for touching you. Later when I was alone in my hotel room, I thought about you… how I love seeing you smile, how I feel better when I’m around you, how I’m always thinking about you… and I realized I was in love.”
Shou blushed as he remembered that live. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Hiroto combed his fingers through the singer’s hair, frowning slightly. “For the same reasons as you. I didn’t want to confess and find out you didn’t like me the way I thought. I know you blush and stutter around me sometimes, but that’s how you are.” He laughed a little. “I was starting to realize that my insecurities were wrong though, especially when you wouldn’t stop blushing after I ‘accidentally’ dumped coffee on the only shirt I had and had to take it off and be shirtless for the rest of practice. It was other little things like that that clued me in, and Saga constantly pushing me.” He laughed again. “Even Tora was encouraging me to tell you.”
Shou leaned into the touch, holding Hiroto’s hand against his face. “I was too afraid to tell you.”
The guitarist grinned. “But now you know.” He leaned in for another kiss. “I love you, Shou.”
“I love you too.” Shou hugged him tightly, clutching Hiroto’s shirt. He thought he’d only have Hiroto in his dreams, but he was wrong. Hiroto was here and he loved him.
What had started off as a miserable day was now the best day of his life.
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: Hiroto x Shou
Genre: Romance, fluff
Warning/Disclaimer: Nothing to warn about. Alice Nine belong to themselves.
Rating: PG
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Shou struggles to write a new song, and Hiroto offers to help him, but ends up helping Shou with more than just the song.
Author's Comment: I offered a fic at the help_japan community and puss_nd_boots won the auction, and she requested Alice Nine with Hiroto and Shou realizing they're more than friends. Thanks for your patience! Side note: I haven't written Alice Nine since September. So long ago!
Shou frowned as he stared at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. A pencil lay next to him, ready to create the first mark on the paper. But he couldn’t think of a single thing to write. He was supposed to be writing the lyrics for Alice Nine’s new single, but all his talent for creating lyrics seemed to have flown out the window.
The singer let out a frustrated sigh. Why was this so hard today? He rarely struggled this much when creating a song. He sometimes had writer’s block like any other musician, but it was this particular piece that seemed impossible. Why was this one any different from the others?
Shou glanced up, musings interrupted as he heard the intercom buzzing. He stood up and left the small table in his living room before going over to the intercom by the door, pressing the button so he could respond. “Hello?” It could be the mailman delivering a package he’d ordered, or it could be someone coming to pay him a visit. The former was more likely. No one would want to leave the comfort of their home on a rainy, miserable day like this.
“It’s Hiroto. Can I come up?”
Shou felt his face redden. Hiroto… he hadn’t expected him.
“Of course.” He stepped away from the door, biting his lip. He had mixed feelings about Hiroto. Several months ago, Shou had realized one very thing: somehow the lines between friendship, attraction and desire had blurred together. Hiroto was no longer just a friend or a band mate anymore. Shou was in love with him. The singer had never, not even in his wildest dreams, pictured himself falling in love with one of his band mates. It complicated things so much, and Shou had been doing his best to behave normally around Hiroto as if those feelings didn’t exist. It was so hard to simply be Hiroto’s friend when Shou longed to be his lover.
The singer jumped as said man knocked on the door. He pulled it open, pulse quickening as he saw Hiroto. The guitarist carried an umbrella and was bundled up in a black rain jacket. His jeans and shoes had been drenched by the storm, but Hiroto didn’t seem to care. He pushed off his hood, looking absolutely adorable with his ruffled hair as he smiled at Shou.
“I know you’ve been feeling lonely since you’ve moved into a new apartment and don’t know your neighbors, so I decided to visit. Besides, I prefer spending a rainy day with someone.”
Shou blushed again. Hiroto was always so considerate. “Thank you. Here, come inside.” He ushered the guitarist into his apartment, taking the coat and umbrella for him while Hiroto removed his shoes. “Do you want to take a shower? I don’t want you to catch a cold just because you visited me…”
“I’m fine.” Hiroto looked down at his soaked socks and jeans. “Um, could I borrow some dry pants?” he smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t resist jumping in some puddles along the way.”
“Of course you can.” Shou wondered if any of his clothes would fit Hiroto’s smaller frame, but didn’t comment. “Do you want some tea? I think my chai is almost ready.”
“Sure.” Shou led Hiroto into the kitchen and poured him a cup of the tea once it was ready. He then went into his bedroom, picking out a pair of jeans and some socks before bringing them to Hiroto.
“Thanks. Sorry for dripping all over your apartment.”
“It’s fine.”
Hiroto smiled and set his tea down on the counter. “I’ll clean up after myself.”
“Really, there’s no need. I can take care of it.”
“All right.”
“I’ll put your things in the dryer once you’ve changed,” Shou said, wisely leaving the kitchen to give Hiroto some privacy. He couldn’t trust himself to not stare blatantly at the other’s exposed skin.
“I don’t think I should ever shop in your closet,” Hiroto laughed as he came out of the kitchen. He’d had to roll the bottoms of the jeans several times to keep them from dragging.
“Probably not.” Shou smiled as he took Hiroto’s wet clothes. He put them in the dryer, glancing up as he heard his name again.
“Shou? Are you having trouble writing the song?”
“Yes. I haven’t been able to come up with anything.”
Hiroto had moved to the living room and was kneeling in front of the table, tea in hand as he studied the blank sheet of paper that was the source of Shou’s misery.
“Maybe I can help,” he offered.
“I’d be grateful if you could.” Shou hated the moments where the lyrics were impossible. It was like trying to catch smoke, but more infuriating since this was his job. He shouldn’t struggle with creating a new song.
“Let me clean up and then we’ll see if we can come up with something.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to clean for you? It’s my mess.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Hiroto hadn’t tracked in too much water so clean up didn’t take long at all. Shou poured himself a cup of chai tea then sat down next to Hiroto, blushing as the other moved so close that their shoulders touched. Shou closed his eyes and breathed in Hiroto’s scent. He could still smell the light cologne Hiroto had used and the scent of his favorite strawberry shampoo…
“Have you had any ideas yet?”
Shou blushed. “I’ve thought of the concept for the song, but not the lyrics. Since the music has a happy element, I wanted this to be a cheerful song. I imagined a couple that has managed to overcome all their troubles and now they can be together.” He’d pictured the story behind the song so vividly. At first, he’d imagined himself and Hiroto as the lovers and ending with Hiroto confessing his love, but had told himself not to be ridiculous. Hiroto had never shown any interest in having him as a lover. Only as a friend.
“Hm…” Hiroto took the pencil and wrote down Shou’s ideas. “Is there anything else?”
“Not really.” Shou sipped his tea, frowning as he studied Hiroto. Perhaps the source of his writer’s block was right in front of him. His own love life was nonexistent and consisted of pining for Hiroto. Maybe that was affecting his ability to write a love song.
“So… you want the lovers to overcome everything that prevented them from being together?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of things?” Hiroto set the pencil down and looked up at Shou.
“Well… disapproval from others, wondering if the other reciprocates their love, fear of rejection, fear that a confession will change everything…” Shou trailed off as he realized he was describing his own reasons for not telling Hiroto that he loved him.
“Anything else?”
“No,” Shou said softly.
“Those are all hard to overcome.”
“Yes.” Shou fidgeted as Hiroto studied his face. “Maybe I should just take a break and come back to it later tonight.” He picked up his tea again and took a long drink, setting it back down and taking a deep breath. Hiroto’s questions were getting a little too close to home.
“Hold still.”
“What?”
“You have an eyelash on your cheek,” Hiroto explained.
“I do?” Shou froze as the guitarist leaned in closer.
“Make a wish,” Hiroto chuckled as he brushed the eyelash away.
I wish you would love me.
Shou thought his heart would stop when Hiroto leaned in and abruptly kissed him. Wait. Hiroto had just… kissed him. Hiroto was really kissing him. He wasn’t imagining those soft lips caressing his. This was real. Shou was too stunned to react as Hiroto cupped his face and pulled him down to his level. The guitarist kissed him again, letting out a frustrated noise when Shou didn’t return the kiss. That sound jumpstarted his brain, and he kissed back desperately. He’d been dying for Hiroto to kiss him for so long.
Shou broke the kiss first, face flushed and heart beating rapidly. Hiroto pouted at the loss of contact. “W-Why did you kiss me?” he squeaked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Hiroto stroked his hair out of his face. “I want to be more than just your friend, Shou.”
“Y-you do?” Shou wished he could stop stammering; it was making him sound like an idiot.
Hiroto chuckled. “Of course I do.” He leaned in and kissed Shou again, tangling his fingers in the singer’s hair. “I’ve wanted this a while.”
“But… you… I…” Shou trailed off and gave up on coherent sentences as he returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Hiroto’s waist and pressing him closer.
Reluctantly, the guitarist broke the kiss. “Do you love me?”
“More than I’ve ever loved anyone before,” Shou said softly.
“That’s how I feel about you.” Hiroto stroked his face. “I guess I’ve been in love with you for a while, I just didn’t know it was love until that live in Kyoto.”
“Two months ago?”
“Yes.” Hiroto made a face. “When Saga grabbed you and kissed you right after his solo. I just wanted to go over and punch him for touching you. Later when I was alone in my hotel room, I thought about you… how I love seeing you smile, how I feel better when I’m around you, how I’m always thinking about you… and I realized I was in love.”
Shou blushed as he remembered that live. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Hiroto combed his fingers through the singer’s hair, frowning slightly. “For the same reasons as you. I didn’t want to confess and find out you didn’t like me the way I thought. I know you blush and stutter around me sometimes, but that’s how you are.” He laughed a little. “I was starting to realize that my insecurities were wrong though, especially when you wouldn’t stop blushing after I ‘accidentally’ dumped coffee on the only shirt I had and had to take it off and be shirtless for the rest of practice. It was other little things like that that clued me in, and Saga constantly pushing me.” He laughed again. “Even Tora was encouraging me to tell you.”
Shou leaned into the touch, holding Hiroto’s hand against his face. “I was too afraid to tell you.”
The guitarist grinned. “But now you know.” He leaned in for another kiss. “I love you, Shou.”
“I love you too.” Shou hugged him tightly, clutching Hiroto’s shirt. He thought he’d only have Hiroto in his dreams, but he was wrong. Hiroto was here and he loved him.
What had started off as a miserable day was now the best day of his life.