Fanfiction: Johnny's Entertainment: How Shige And Massu Came To Be
Title: How Shige And Massu Came To Be
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment
Pairings: Katou Shigeaki/Masuda Takahisa
Warnings: Probably none.
Status: Completed.
Notes: Written for trivialaffair's Shige/Massu-thon. Cross-posted to jent_fanfics. I know it isn't perfect, so feedback will be very much appreciated. (: (I hate giving titles, by the way. >.>)
Everything Shige doesn’t have, Massu has.
He can sing. He can dance. He’s got a nice, natural smile that lights his whole face up and charms the socks of everybody he meets. Plus, he’s got fans.
Shige, on the other hand, can barely sing and barely dance, and learning to do either takes him twice as long as the other members. He has been unanimously voted by his groupmates (except for Koyama, but he’s his best friend, so that’s different) as having the most unnatural smile out of all of them. He doesn’t charm the socks off anybody; not even the bobby-sock paws of Nyanta, who’d hissed viciously at him the first time they’d met.
Plus, he hasn’t got any fans.
*
He remembers how they began.
It’d started with practice halls and wall-to-wall mirrors, when Massu had offered to help Shige out because it’d finally got to the point where Yamashita had to put a warning hand on Nishikido’s shoulder and give everybody time off while he talked to him to cool his temper down. It’d started with Shige feeling angry and guilty at his own incompetence, mixed in altogether with wanting to prove Nishikido wrong, once and for all. It’d started with a lot of fumbling and missed steps on his part, and a lot of body-positioning and posture-fixing on the part of Massu. It’d started with nights of vocal training and lessons on pitch control, as only Massu, who practically wrote the book on vocal chord manipulation, could teach.
It’d soon progressed to the point where they were the only two left in the building often enough that it went on to going out for dinner and drinks after. Closer to concert season it intensified as Shige struggled to learn steps and hit notes, and then it progressed to mutual backrubs, late at night to ease out stress and exhaustion, sitting cross-legged or lying flat out in front of those wall-to-wall mirrors.
It all came to a head one warm summer night, when Shige realised to his embarrassment that he’d been unconsciously leaning into Massu’s touch, and then had sat up, insisting that he was done. It reached the peak when, after beginning to knead the muscles of Massu’s back, he realised that Massu was leaning into his touch. Time stopped when Shige’s fingers stilled with this discovery, and hung hovering still when their breathing was the only sound in the whole, empty room, and their heartbeats the only motion. It all ended when Massu flipped himself over so he was looking right up at Shige, and he put his trembling fingers on his face and pulled him down, slowly, nervously, and their lips and noses met.
And then it all began when Shige didn’t pull away, but leaned further in, and twined his fingers in Massu’s hair.
*
Now, everything Massu has, Shige has.
Shige has since learnt to dance a decent dance, and hold a decent tune. He’s got himself a better hairstyle, and has since learnt that if he stopped trying to make his teeth and smile look perfect, he would stop looking like the expression on his face was plastered on. He’s even got fans, and he’s even fine that they aren’t as loud as Yamashita’s or Nishikido’s. And he’s finally managed to hold Nyanta without having to be afraid of being mauled to death, though he still has to put him down soon after, so he wouldn’t sneeze to death.
And he’s got Massu. Massu, whose real, private smile he has had pressed to his skin and whose low, sweet voice has spoken right in his ear, and whose gaze holds a tenderness that reminds Shige of warm, summer nights.
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment
Pairings: Katou Shigeaki/Masuda Takahisa
Warnings: Probably none.
Status: Completed.
Notes: Written for trivialaffair's Shige/Massu-thon. Cross-posted to jent_fanfics. I know it isn't perfect, so feedback will be very much appreciated. (: (I hate giving titles, by the way. >.>)
Everything Shige doesn’t have, Massu has.
He can sing. He can dance. He’s got a nice, natural smile that lights his whole face up and charms the socks of everybody he meets. Plus, he’s got fans.
Shige, on the other hand, can barely sing and barely dance, and learning to do either takes him twice as long as the other members. He has been unanimously voted by his groupmates (except for Koyama, but he’s his best friend, so that’s different) as having the most unnatural smile out of all of them. He doesn’t charm the socks off anybody; not even the bobby-sock paws of Nyanta, who’d hissed viciously at him the first time they’d met.
Plus, he hasn’t got any fans.
*
He remembers how they began.
It’d started with practice halls and wall-to-wall mirrors, when Massu had offered to help Shige out because it’d finally got to the point where Yamashita had to put a warning hand on Nishikido’s shoulder and give everybody time off while he talked to him to cool his temper down. It’d started with Shige feeling angry and guilty at his own incompetence, mixed in altogether with wanting to prove Nishikido wrong, once and for all. It’d started with a lot of fumbling and missed steps on his part, and a lot of body-positioning and posture-fixing on the part of Massu. It’d started with nights of vocal training and lessons on pitch control, as only Massu, who practically wrote the book on vocal chord manipulation, could teach.
It’d soon progressed to the point where they were the only two left in the building often enough that it went on to going out for dinner and drinks after. Closer to concert season it intensified as Shige struggled to learn steps and hit notes, and then it progressed to mutual backrubs, late at night to ease out stress and exhaustion, sitting cross-legged or lying flat out in front of those wall-to-wall mirrors.
It all came to a head one warm summer night, when Shige realised to his embarrassment that he’d been unconsciously leaning into Massu’s touch, and then had sat up, insisting that he was done. It reached the peak when, after beginning to knead the muscles of Massu’s back, he realised that Massu was leaning into his touch. Time stopped when Shige’s fingers stilled with this discovery, and hung hovering still when their breathing was the only sound in the whole, empty room, and their heartbeats the only motion. It all ended when Massu flipped himself over so he was looking right up at Shige, and he put his trembling fingers on his face and pulled him down, slowly, nervously, and their lips and noses met.
And then it all began when Shige didn’t pull away, but leaned further in, and twined his fingers in Massu’s hair.
*
Now, everything Massu has, Shige has.
Shige has since learnt to dance a decent dance, and hold a decent tune. He’s got himself a better hairstyle, and has since learnt that if he stopped trying to make his teeth and smile look perfect, he would stop looking like the expression on his face was plastered on. He’s even got fans, and he’s even fine that they aren’t as loud as Yamashita’s or Nishikido’s. And he’s finally managed to hold Nyanta without having to be afraid of being mauled to death, though he still has to put him down soon after, so he wouldn’t sneeze to death.
And he’s got Massu. Massu, whose real, private smile he has had pressed to his skin and whose low, sweet voice has spoken right in his ear, and whose gaze holds a tenderness that reminds Shige of warm, summer nights.