Fanfiction: Johnny's Entertainment: The Way You Make Me Feel
Title: The Way You Make Me Feel
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment
Pairings: Katou Shigeaki/Masuda Takahisa
Warnings: Slash. Not much, apart from that.
Status: Complete. One-shot?
Notes: AU like nobody's business. This was fun to write. xD For trivialaffair, who prompted 'Tokyo skyline and neon green sweats'. Happy mugging, Triv!
Like the sun coming up in the morning
Like holding the world in your hands
In a way I could never imagine
The way you make me feel
- "The Way You Make Me Feel", Ronan Keating
*
“What makes this more real than anything else you’ve ever experienced before?”
“The way you make me feel.”
“Which is?”
“...Inspired.”
*
The rain comes down and Shige can only walk on, his head bowed against the onslaught, because of course he was dumb enough to go walking about for inspiration when the grey clouds on the horizon had clearly threatened rain. Now he is stuck in the middle of sudden downpour with no shelter in sight, but it is okay; Shige figures morbidly that falling sick would somehow add a touch of the depressing to his work. Some people like that sort of thing.
A neon green pair of sweatpants appears in his peripheral vision. He stares at them in horrified fascination, wondering first who decided that dyeing them such a vivid shade of green would be a great idea, only taking notice of the wearer when he connects the sudden pause in the deluge of rain to the umbrella the young man is holding over him.
“You shouldn’t try to fall sick this way,” the man says cheerfully, and Shige is about to retort something witty when he catches sight of the man’s face, and the smile on his face so sweet that Shige suddenly wishes desperately for his camera when he had been running on empty for the past week.
The sarcastic words die on his lips.
“Thank you,” he says instead, falling in step next to him.
*
“What do you do?”
“I’m a wedding photographer. I photograph living confection for a living.”
“Must be terribly exciting.”
“Stressful. Beautiful women, all demanding to look glorious on their big day. What do you do?”
“I’m a fireman.”
“You must really enjoy the rain, then,” Shige says wryly.
The man laughs, and Shige thinks he’s never heard such an odd sound in his life.
“What’s your name?”
“Kato Shigeaki.”
“Masuda Takahisa. It’s nice to meet you.”
*
An umbrella-partnership in the rain leads to friendship. Masuda was very recently transferred to the Tokyo fire department, and Shige’s only been here for a year, so neither has got friends they could spend their off-days with. It somehow seems natural to spend all the time they can together. Massu’s got shifts to work and Shige works when he’s got a job to do, so they fit each other around their schedules. Massu goes to Shige’s outdoor gigs and helps him carry equipment, making Shige tease him that all that muscle is being put to good use. They hang out when they’re both free and go to nature parks, taking day trips out of town to see the castles and beaches and temples together.
Shige takes photos of Massu feeding deer, sitting on park benches smiling at the little kids running around. He takes photos of him in half-lighting, to bring out the whimsy in his features, to give sobriety to his angelic expressions. He captures the way his hair falls into his eyes when he laughs; catches the refreshing humility and simplicity which sparkle in his eyes.
He shows Massu some of his photos, and Massu exclaims over his technique and composition, but Shige catches sight of the high spots of colour on his cheeks that are the only sign that Massu is honoured and pleased by these photos of him.
Some photos he doesn’t show Massu, but decides on instinct to keep them for himself. He’s not sure why.
*
They hit the town together when they’ve run out of nature parks to visit. Shige brings Massu shopping for clothes, only to be gob smacked when Massu somehow manages to pick out the gaudiest things in every store. Toward the end of the afternoon it starts to pour, and they dart into the shade of the nearest building. Shige recognises the statue in the front and says, “It’s the Met building.”
“Let’s go up?”
So they take the lift to the very top and stand at the windows, ignoring the gleam of the toys and knick-knacks behind them, looking over the skyline through the curtain of rain.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” Shige says, and Massu really doesn’t have the eye for this sort of thing, but he likes the way Shige’s eyes soften as they take in the soft gold and pink of the clouds and go over the buildings as the lights start to come on one by one.
“I love this city,” Shige says. “I love this view. I was born and bred in various places in Kansai and the cities there are beautiful in their own ways, but I love Tokyo. I really do. It’s so cheap and crass all the time, but you find the strangest beauty in the queerest places. Like here.”
“I love you,” Massu says, without thinking, and his jaw snaps shut and his eyes turn wide as he hears what he’s just said. He’s so embarrassed and is about to apologise and stammer an excuse, except Shige looks at him and smiles and says, “I think I do, too.”
*
Inviting Massu over seems to be the most natural thing to do now they are going out. It’s almost symbolic, like it embodied an invitation to step right into his life.
Shige’s apartment is small but clean and bright. Massu is surprised to see so many photographs on the walls, though he knows that is a silly thing to be surprised by. He is even more surprised to see that none of them are actually wedding photos, though when he thinks about it he realises that it would be weird for anyone to have photos of others’ weddings on the walls of their home.
As Shige fixes him a drink in his kitchenette he walks around looking at the photos. They aren’t framed but mounted on stiff card, and it makes Shige’s home feel more like an exhibition hall rather than a home. Massu allows that concept to boggle his mind a bit, before he sees a photo of a person of whom a corner of a smile was caught just before his face turned totally away.
The photo is a little blurry, contrasting all the other photographs where the sharp clarity makes Massu’s heart ache a little, though he’s unsure of why. He peers at the photograph, trying to figure out what it is about it that would make Shige develop and exhibit it, when the clink of ice against glass next to him makes him look away and up at Shige.
“It’s you,” Shige says, though he hasn’t said anything. Massu takes the drink Shige is holding out to him; sips, and turns back to look at the photograph.
“Oh,” is all he can say.
*
“What do you like most about me?”
“Your schedule. It’s hard having a girlfriend when you never know what your schedule is going to be like for the following week.”
“…”
“…I’m kidding, you know.”
“So what is it, then?”
“...You make me feel like I’m special.”
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment
Pairings: Katou Shigeaki/Masuda Takahisa
Warnings: Slash. Not much, apart from that.
Status: Complete. One-shot?
Notes: AU like nobody's business. This was fun to write. xD For trivialaffair, who prompted 'Tokyo skyline and neon green sweats'. Happy mugging, Triv!
Like the sun coming up in the morning
Like holding the world in your hands
In a way I could never imagine
The way you make me feel
- "The Way You Make Me Feel", Ronan Keating
*
“What makes this more real than anything else you’ve ever experienced before?”
“The way you make me feel.”
“Which is?”
“...Inspired.”
*
The rain comes down and Shige can only walk on, his head bowed against the onslaught, because of course he was dumb enough to go walking about for inspiration when the grey clouds on the horizon had clearly threatened rain. Now he is stuck in the middle of sudden downpour with no shelter in sight, but it is okay; Shige figures morbidly that falling sick would somehow add a touch of the depressing to his work. Some people like that sort of thing.
A neon green pair of sweatpants appears in his peripheral vision. He stares at them in horrified fascination, wondering first who decided that dyeing them such a vivid shade of green would be a great idea, only taking notice of the wearer when he connects the sudden pause in the deluge of rain to the umbrella the young man is holding over him.
“You shouldn’t try to fall sick this way,” the man says cheerfully, and Shige is about to retort something witty when he catches sight of the man’s face, and the smile on his face so sweet that Shige suddenly wishes desperately for his camera when he had been running on empty for the past week.
The sarcastic words die on his lips.
“Thank you,” he says instead, falling in step next to him.
*
“What do you do?”
“I’m a wedding photographer. I photograph living confection for a living.”
“Must be terribly exciting.”
“Stressful. Beautiful women, all demanding to look glorious on their big day. What do you do?”
“I’m a fireman.”
“You must really enjoy the rain, then,” Shige says wryly.
The man laughs, and Shige thinks he’s never heard such an odd sound in his life.
“What’s your name?”
“Kato Shigeaki.”
“Masuda Takahisa. It’s nice to meet you.”
*
An umbrella-partnership in the rain leads to friendship. Masuda was very recently transferred to the Tokyo fire department, and Shige’s only been here for a year, so neither has got friends they could spend their off-days with. It somehow seems natural to spend all the time they can together. Massu’s got shifts to work and Shige works when he’s got a job to do, so they fit each other around their schedules. Massu goes to Shige’s outdoor gigs and helps him carry equipment, making Shige tease him that all that muscle is being put to good use. They hang out when they’re both free and go to nature parks, taking day trips out of town to see the castles and beaches and temples together.
Shige takes photos of Massu feeding deer, sitting on park benches smiling at the little kids running around. He takes photos of him in half-lighting, to bring out the whimsy in his features, to give sobriety to his angelic expressions. He captures the way his hair falls into his eyes when he laughs; catches the refreshing humility and simplicity which sparkle in his eyes.
He shows Massu some of his photos, and Massu exclaims over his technique and composition, but Shige catches sight of the high spots of colour on his cheeks that are the only sign that Massu is honoured and pleased by these photos of him.
Some photos he doesn’t show Massu, but decides on instinct to keep them for himself. He’s not sure why.
*
They hit the town together when they’ve run out of nature parks to visit. Shige brings Massu shopping for clothes, only to be gob smacked when Massu somehow manages to pick out the gaudiest things in every store. Toward the end of the afternoon it starts to pour, and they dart into the shade of the nearest building. Shige recognises the statue in the front and says, “It’s the Met building.”
“Let’s go up?”
So they take the lift to the very top and stand at the windows, ignoring the gleam of the toys and knick-knacks behind them, looking over the skyline through the curtain of rain.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” Shige says, and Massu really doesn’t have the eye for this sort of thing, but he likes the way Shige’s eyes soften as they take in the soft gold and pink of the clouds and go over the buildings as the lights start to come on one by one.
“I love this city,” Shige says. “I love this view. I was born and bred in various places in Kansai and the cities there are beautiful in their own ways, but I love Tokyo. I really do. It’s so cheap and crass all the time, but you find the strangest beauty in the queerest places. Like here.”
“I love you,” Massu says, without thinking, and his jaw snaps shut and his eyes turn wide as he hears what he’s just said. He’s so embarrassed and is about to apologise and stammer an excuse, except Shige looks at him and smiles and says, “I think I do, too.”
*
Inviting Massu over seems to be the most natural thing to do now they are going out. It’s almost symbolic, like it embodied an invitation to step right into his life.
Shige’s apartment is small but clean and bright. Massu is surprised to see so many photographs on the walls, though he knows that is a silly thing to be surprised by. He is even more surprised to see that none of them are actually wedding photos, though when he thinks about it he realises that it would be weird for anyone to have photos of others’ weddings on the walls of their home.
As Shige fixes him a drink in his kitchenette he walks around looking at the photos. They aren’t framed but mounted on stiff card, and it makes Shige’s home feel more like an exhibition hall rather than a home. Massu allows that concept to boggle his mind a bit, before he sees a photo of a person of whom a corner of a smile was caught just before his face turned totally away.
The photo is a little blurry, contrasting all the other photographs where the sharp clarity makes Massu’s heart ache a little, though he’s unsure of why. He peers at the photograph, trying to figure out what it is about it that would make Shige develop and exhibit it, when the clink of ice against glass next to him makes him look away and up at Shige.
“It’s you,” Shige says, though he hasn’t said anything. Massu takes the drink Shige is holding out to him; sips, and turns back to look at the photograph.
“Oh,” is all he can say.
*
“What do you like most about me?”
“Your schedule. It’s hard having a girlfriend when you never know what your schedule is going to be like for the following week.”
“…”
“…I’m kidding, you know.”
“So what is it, then?”
“...You make me feel like I’m special.”