Drabbles (various pairs, PG)
These were written AGES ago for a meme, but they were for that A/B meme and I never got around to re-writing them. Seeing them again, I really DID kill some of the characterizations, but I haven't written most of these pairings before or since.
Pairings: Koyama/Shige, Tegoshi/Masuda, Yamapi/Jin, Nikaido/Senga, Miyata/Tamamori, Akito/Junta, Tackey/Tsubasa
Ratings: All G or PG
1. "I think you should try something else," Tsubasa says. He reaches out and adjusts a few layers as Takki stands still with his arms out to his sides. After another minute of fiddling, Tsubasa gives up. "Really, this just isn't working.
Takki drops his arms and hums. "Alright, well, what do you suggest?" He peels off the arms and lets the rest dangle from his waist, content to stride around half naked and not bothered in the least by Tsubasa's amused grin.
"I thought you'd never ask. Here, take a look." Tsubasa gestures towards the table.
He watches on as Takki pours through the various pages scattered across the table. Watches Takki, really, utterly pleased by the way Takki's arms look as he reaches for sheets on the far side. Not that he'll ever let Takki know that; he's got a big enough head as it is.
2. The day isn't going quite as Yamapi had planned. He'd forgotten his cell phone at home and only realized when he was already ten minutes out. But he'd never find Jin without it, and going back put him a good half hour behind schedule.
Jin was only slightly annoyed when he finally arrived. He was a little more annoyed when he had to cover for Yamapi's dinner because Yamapi forgot his wallet as well.
When Jin asked about the game Yamapi was supposed to return to him, Yamapi just dropped his head onto his arms on the bar and sighed.
"Fuck."
"You forgot that as well?" Yamapi could hear Jin's raised eyebrow. He turned his head sideways to stare up at Jin.
"I'm sorry," he said meekly. "I just. I don't know where my brain is today."
Jin held his stare for another moment, then sat himself down on the next stool and leaned his chin on Yamapi's arm, his nose a mere inch from Yamapi's. His warm smile made Yamapi feel slightly better.
"You're an idiot," Jin whispered then, and reached over Yamapi's head to steal his drink.
Jerk. Yamapi turns his face down again and groaned. "I hate you."
"You'll probably hate me more when I start charging you interest for all this stuff," Jin said, and Yamapi wanted to cry.
"Why am I friends with you again?"
3. "It's not."
"It is."
"It's not."
"It is."
"Why? Why is it so important that it's me?" Miyata says.
"Because."
"Because. Well, that really clears things up. What the fuck, Tama?"
"Because I want you to, okay? There's no reason, I just want you to. Happy?" Tamamori sulks. Why does Miyata need to be such a dick about these things?
"But everyone-"
"Doesn't care," Tamamori insists. "Damn it, Miyacchi, why can't you just-" He can't finish his sentence and turns away. Doesn't want to look Miyata in the eye, not when his own are starting to tear in disappointment. He takes a deep breath.
"Can't you just… for me?" his voice is small.
There's a long silence, and then Miyata finally speaks. "Well, I guess. Umm. If it means that much to you."
And Tamamori explodes. "Oh, are you fucking serious?! You argue the whole time and then that's it?!"
"But, but I said yes," Miyata replied, sounding surprised.
"Yeah, after you tortured me with 'no' first. Fuck, why do you always have to make me cry?" Tamamori swipes angrily at his eyes.
"Tama-chan…" Miyata reaches out to him and Tamamori pushes his arm away, but the other arm is already around his shoulder and pulling him close, and he can't bring himself to fight, not really. He curls into a ball and lets Miyata hold him. Jerk.
4. "Hah, you what?"
Massu wishes he hadn't told Tegoshi as Tegoshi cracks up. He wasn't exactly expecting Tegoshi to praise him or anything, but he's a bit insulted by the abrupt laughter.
"You could be a little supportive," he frowns, and Tegoshi must realize that he's serious, because he takes a gasping breath and attempts to stop laughing.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just. What did you expect me to do?" Tegoshi says, his giggles mostly kept in check.
"Well, I was hoping you might actually help?" Massu says, and crosses his arms.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Massu." Tegoshi stands up and puts a hand on Massu's arm. "Really, I'm sorry, okay? We'll figure it out. It's fine."
Massu sighs and relaxes a bit. He's not happy, but Tegoshi makes things happen. And even if he's an ass sometimes, Massu knows Tegoshi would do anything for him when it came down to it.
Massu would do anything for him, too.
5. "What are these for?" Shige asks, looking at the bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"He just wants to get in your pants!" Ryo says loudly as he wanders in. Shige looks scandalized.
Koyama blushes, but ignores him. "Congratulations on your new drama," he says.
Shige is surprised, but touched. "Wow, thanks Kei. That's… really nice of you. I mean, it's kind of random, but nice?"
"Random?" Koyama repeats.
"Well, we've never given each other flowers for dramas before. Or for anything, actually…"
Koyama scratches at the back of his neck. "I know. I just thought-"
"I told you he wants to get in your pants," Ryo repeats.
"Shut up, Ryo, you're not helping." Koyama hisses at him and Ryo laughs. Koyama's glare makes Shige blink.
"Kei, you're. He's right?" Shige says, a tinge of hope entering his voice. Koyama apparently catches it, because his answering grin is sheepish, but unafraid.
"Well, I wouldn't have ever put it like that."
6. "Don't be an idiot," Junta snorts.
"But it does look like them, don't you think?" Akito insists. They're lying on their backs, staring up at the stars. It's warm and dark and quiet and new, the sounds of the summer night filling the air around them.
Well, quiet accept for Akito. Junta thinks the peace and quiet is wonderful, but he'll never get tired of the utterly ridiculous things Akito says. He grins and intertwines their fingers, shifting closer to press their shoulders together.
"I think you're an idiot, that's what I think," Junta repeats, and can't help but laugh when Akito smacks him in the side with their combined hands. "But I'm glad I'm here with you," he continues. "I'm glad you could finally see this."
And for once, Akito is serious, raising himself up to lean over Junta, blocking out half the stars. "Thank you for showing me."
7. Nikaido glances down to look as Senga slides his hand into Nikaido's.
"Senga, what-?"
Senga looks up, shyly. "It's okay, right?"
"Yeah, it's okay. But."
"But?" Senga sounds nervous. It makes Nikaido feel bad- he doesn't ever want to be the one to make Senga sound like that. And it's not like he has any real objection. He was just a bit surprised.
"No 'but.' Never mind. It's fine." Nikaido says as reassuringly as he can.
"Yeah?" Senga's smile turns bright and happy and he leans his head against Nikaido's shoulder. It makes Nikaido feel happy too, and he wants to kick himself for being such a sap, but then Senga tilts his head up slightly to look at him and he gets distracted.
"Hey, Nika? Is this fine, too?" he asks.
"Is what fine?"
"This." And then Senga leans a bit more and kisses him, and Nikaido is too surprised to move. Surprised and pleased, and Senga isn't anywhere near as shy as he pretends to be.
Btw, if you understand that cut tag, I love you a lot.
Pairings: Koyama/Shige, Tegoshi/Masuda, Yamapi/Jin, Nikaido/Senga, Miyata/Tamamori, Akito/Junta, Tackey/Tsubasa
Ratings: All G or PG
1. "I think you should try something else," Tsubasa says. He reaches out and adjusts a few layers as Takki stands still with his arms out to his sides. After another minute of fiddling, Tsubasa gives up. "Really, this just isn't working.
Takki drops his arms and hums. "Alright, well, what do you suggest?" He peels off the arms and lets the rest dangle from his waist, content to stride around half naked and not bothered in the least by Tsubasa's amused grin.
"I thought you'd never ask. Here, take a look." Tsubasa gestures towards the table.
He watches on as Takki pours through the various pages scattered across the table. Watches Takki, really, utterly pleased by the way Takki's arms look as he reaches for sheets on the far side. Not that he'll ever let Takki know that; he's got a big enough head as it is.
2. The day isn't going quite as Yamapi had planned. He'd forgotten his cell phone at home and only realized when he was already ten minutes out. But he'd never find Jin without it, and going back put him a good half hour behind schedule.
Jin was only slightly annoyed when he finally arrived. He was a little more annoyed when he had to cover for Yamapi's dinner because Yamapi forgot his wallet as well.
When Jin asked about the game Yamapi was supposed to return to him, Yamapi just dropped his head onto his arms on the bar and sighed.
"Fuck."
"You forgot that as well?" Yamapi could hear Jin's raised eyebrow. He turned his head sideways to stare up at Jin.
"I'm sorry," he said meekly. "I just. I don't know where my brain is today."
Jin held his stare for another moment, then sat himself down on the next stool and leaned his chin on Yamapi's arm, his nose a mere inch from Yamapi's. His warm smile made Yamapi feel slightly better.
"You're an idiot," Jin whispered then, and reached over Yamapi's head to steal his drink.
Jerk. Yamapi turns his face down again and groaned. "I hate you."
"You'll probably hate me more when I start charging you interest for all this stuff," Jin said, and Yamapi wanted to cry.
"Why am I friends with you again?"
3. "It's not."
"It is."
"It's not."
"It is."
"Why? Why is it so important that it's me?" Miyata says.
"Because."
"Because. Well, that really clears things up. What the fuck, Tama?"
"Because I want you to, okay? There's no reason, I just want you to. Happy?" Tamamori sulks. Why does Miyata need to be such a dick about these things?
"But everyone-"
"Doesn't care," Tamamori insists. "Damn it, Miyacchi, why can't you just-" He can't finish his sentence and turns away. Doesn't want to look Miyata in the eye, not when his own are starting to tear in disappointment. He takes a deep breath.
"Can't you just… for me?" his voice is small.
There's a long silence, and then Miyata finally speaks. "Well, I guess. Umm. If it means that much to you."
And Tamamori explodes. "Oh, are you fucking serious?! You argue the whole time and then that's it?!"
"But, but I said yes," Miyata replied, sounding surprised.
"Yeah, after you tortured me with 'no' first. Fuck, why do you always have to make me cry?" Tamamori swipes angrily at his eyes.
"Tama-chan…" Miyata reaches out to him and Tamamori pushes his arm away, but the other arm is already around his shoulder and pulling him close, and he can't bring himself to fight, not really. He curls into a ball and lets Miyata hold him. Jerk.
4. "Hah, you what?"
Massu wishes he hadn't told Tegoshi as Tegoshi cracks up. He wasn't exactly expecting Tegoshi to praise him or anything, but he's a bit insulted by the abrupt laughter.
"You could be a little supportive," he frowns, and Tegoshi must realize that he's serious, because he takes a gasping breath and attempts to stop laughing.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just. What did you expect me to do?" Tegoshi says, his giggles mostly kept in check.
"Well, I was hoping you might actually help?" Massu says, and crosses his arms.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Massu." Tegoshi stands up and puts a hand on Massu's arm. "Really, I'm sorry, okay? We'll figure it out. It's fine."
Massu sighs and relaxes a bit. He's not happy, but Tegoshi makes things happen. And even if he's an ass sometimes, Massu knows Tegoshi would do anything for him when it came down to it.
Massu would do anything for him, too.
5. "What are these for?" Shige asks, looking at the bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"He just wants to get in your pants!" Ryo says loudly as he wanders in. Shige looks scandalized.
Koyama blushes, but ignores him. "Congratulations on your new drama," he says.
Shige is surprised, but touched. "Wow, thanks Kei. That's… really nice of you. I mean, it's kind of random, but nice?"
"Random?" Koyama repeats.
"Well, we've never given each other flowers for dramas before. Or for anything, actually…"
Koyama scratches at the back of his neck. "I know. I just thought-"
"I told you he wants to get in your pants," Ryo repeats.
"Shut up, Ryo, you're not helping." Koyama hisses at him and Ryo laughs. Koyama's glare makes Shige blink.
"Kei, you're. He's right?" Shige says, a tinge of hope entering his voice. Koyama apparently catches it, because his answering grin is sheepish, but unafraid.
"Well, I wouldn't have ever put it like that."
6. "Don't be an idiot," Junta snorts.
"But it does look like them, don't you think?" Akito insists. They're lying on their backs, staring up at the stars. It's warm and dark and quiet and new, the sounds of the summer night filling the air around them.
Well, quiet accept for Akito. Junta thinks the peace and quiet is wonderful, but he'll never get tired of the utterly ridiculous things Akito says. He grins and intertwines their fingers, shifting closer to press their shoulders together.
"I think you're an idiot, that's what I think," Junta repeats, and can't help but laugh when Akito smacks him in the side with their combined hands. "But I'm glad I'm here with you," he continues. "I'm glad you could finally see this."
And for once, Akito is serious, raising himself up to lean over Junta, blocking out half the stars. "Thank you for showing me."
7. Nikaido glances down to look as Senga slides his hand into Nikaido's.
"Senga, what-?"
Senga looks up, shyly. "It's okay, right?"
"Yeah, it's okay. But."
"But?" Senga sounds nervous. It makes Nikaido feel bad- he doesn't ever want to be the one to make Senga sound like that. And it's not like he has any real objection. He was just a bit surprised.
"No 'but.' Never mind. It's fine." Nikaido says as reassuringly as he can.
"Yeah?" Senga's smile turns bright and happy and he leans his head against Nikaido's shoulder. It makes Nikaido feel happy too, and he wants to kick himself for being such a sap, but then Senga tilts his head up slightly to look at him and he gets distracted.
"Hey, Nika? Is this fine, too?" he asks.
"Is what fine?"
"This." And then Senga leans a bit more and kisses him, and Nikaido is too surprised to move. Surprised and pleased, and Senga isn't anywhere near as shy as he pretends to be.
Btw, if you understand that cut tag, I love you a lot.