nakama daaaaa~
Still out of the country~ internets scarce. :O
I spent this year's eve writing, too. :D (←typed up from a notebook!) But it wasn't deathfic this time at least. Happy New Year, everyone! ♥ Have some ABC-Z while the other stuff is still stuck in the pipes.
More than friends. PG; 1275.
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Countdown is the amazing, high-tension usual. But by the end of it all, when the day has dragged on too long and sugar levels are low, everyone with nothing lined up the next day (and quite a few with full schedules regardless) has drunk their fair share and the constant smiles and well-wishes get a little hard to keep up.
ABC are exhausted.
And have work tomorrow.
Totsuka sits in the dressing room leaned forward on a bench, elbows on knees and a towel draped over his bowed head. It's his equivalent of Kitayama's naptime really, minus the frequency of its occurrence: when the self-professed 'bratty' part of himself comes to the fore, his moods swing and his antisocial side takes hold. The other three members of ABC know not to disturb him, that he'll come out of it soon enough and it happens only rarely besides. But it's the New Year now and their Z doesn't believe anybody should be down or grumpy.
Though maybe still not old enough to play past nine at night, Hashimoto knows he didn't sardine!train-hop all the way to the back door of Takizawa's theatre just to not see his entire group properly. Sidling up on the bench, he ducks under the edge of Totsuka's towel and leans his head on Totsuka's shoulder.
It takes a while for Totsuka to relax to the intrusion-he's tired and evidently upset-but Hashimoto waits in patient silence and eventually feels the tension crumble from Totsuka's posture all in a rush.
Shoulders sagged, Totsuka breaks the silence: "Don't look forward to this gig so much," he says quietly. "I haven't seen in the New Year with my friends since I turned eighteen." That it's been as long without his family too goes without saying.
"But aren't we your friends, Tottsu?" Hashimoto asks, trying to keep his voice more curious than hurt.
Totsuka chuckles, rubbing his eyes a little. "You're not my friends, Hasshi. ABC-Z, we're nakama. We are Comrade."
"You've been watching One Piece dubbed again!" Hashimoto accuses. Totsuka likes to play with foreign languages, but English and Hashimoto don't get along. He turns his head in an attempt to glare.
Totsuka grabs the ends of his towel to keep it from slipping off. "Maybe?" he smiles. "What's wrong with it?"
"What's wrong with it?" Hashimoto echoes, tone considering.
Thirteen beats later, Totsuka's mind has drifted off but Hashimoto brings him easily back on topic. "I love my family a lot," he says, shifting his head on Totsuka's shoulder to get more comfortable, "but you guys are my loved ones too, you know? Since we're nakama. I think I'll still think this is still the best place to spend New Year's so we can all face the same way and start running from the very first second."
Totsuka says nothing for a moment, at a loss. It's the sort of spiel that Kawai and Fujigaya would never let Kitayama live down, but from Hashimoto... Totsuka feels his heartstrings melt a little.
Just a little.
He closes his eyes on a sigh and leans against Hashimoto's steady warmth. Hashimoto's hair smells like strawberries, and Totsuka wonders if he's been using his sister's shampoo again (or maybe just Tsukada's). "I really couldn't resist you if you asked me out, you know," he murmurs, feeling Hashimoto giggle into his shoulder.
"I said I'd make it that way from the start," Hashimoto tells him with a note of pride. "On TV and everything. It's my biggest and most best successful plan so far."
"Because you've had a lot of successes of course," Totsuka says.
Hashimoto frowns. "The number of them doesn't matter. I got you and the others and you're all worth a billion bonus points extra, so... So do you know what my resolution is? Tsuka-chan helped me make it!"
"I haven't heard," Totsuka chuckles, taking the topic change in stride. "Tell me?"
Hashimoto takes a deep breath and opens his mouth, but then hesitates. Though curious about what might make their Hashimoto suddenly shy, Totsuka doesn't ask again.
"I...'m going to keep working really hard," Hashimoto says at length, and abruptly buries his face in Totsuka's neck. "I mean, I mean I'd definitely do that anyway-but like… especially so I'll definitely be able to still be with you guys when I'm old enough for Countdown. That's what I want to do."
It's a simple wish, and makes Totsuka smile in acknowledgement of his own selfishness.
Even so, he can't quite renounce it.
"I hope you don't ever leave, Hasshi," he says. A wish of his own. "And don't ever change."
"I could make those my fresh other resolutions if you want?" Hashimoto offers brightly, and Totsuka laughs.
"You have categories of resolution?"
"O'course! Organisation is important," Hashimoto deadpans, though cracks a grin when Totsuka squishes his cheeks and gives him a loud, exaggerated kiss on the lips.
And a camera gets shoved under the slipping end of Totsuka's towel, the flash of it blinding.
Tsukada laughs at Kawai's triumphant shaking of the Polaroid picture while Totsuka complains about seeing stars, rubbing his eyes, and Hashimoto blinks owlishly.
"It's not like it's nothing we've never seen before, though!" Tsukada says of the cleared Polaroid frame when Kawai passes it smugly over. It's mostly Totsuka's hands and Hashimoto's hair, and a bit of Totsuka making a weird face with his lips puckered (though that isn't highly unusual either).
"Yes, but it makes better blackmail material if it looks as if they've got something to hide," Goseki explains, tapping the picture's dubiously dim lighting, slight action-esque blur and terrycloth background.
Totsuka hums in consideration of that fact, sharing a shaded glace with Hashimoto.
"Goseki-kun..."
"Gocchi..."
Goseki takes his attention from the photo when they address him, though remains unconcerned. "Yes?"
Totsuka smiles. "Come here? Please...?"
And Hashimoto mimics Totsuka's innocent tone, reaching out to Goseki with his palms open. "It's okay if we get something really worth hiding? Right...?"
"We have a performance tomorrow!" Goseki protests, though his words lack their usual effect when he (a) still has rose-tinted cheeks from the Ebikisu drinking game Fujigaya made up earlier; and (b) really, is protesting at all.
"Now this is the New Year I'm talking about," Kawai crows, giving Tsukada a high-five. He tosses his camera aside and jumps into the fray. "Round Two!"
Temporarily forgotten, the Totsuka-Hashimoto Polaroid joins a small pile of like memories collected on the dressing room table since the recent end of Countdown:
• Kitayama acquiring a sleeve of Sharpie tattoos (that seems to feature an inordinate amount of dicks, boobs, and creative dildos) courtesy of Nikaido, Kawai and Fujigaya.
• Yokoo giving Fujigaya a lapdance, or trying. (Both half drunk, of course. And Senga reaching in trying to explain how it ought to be done.)
• Fujigaya showing Yokoo how it's done. (Goseki in the background, enjoying the show.)
• Miyata and Tamamori curled up beneath the kotatsu in the corner. (Not that they need its warmth, their faces already sleepy, pink and happy.)
• Kawai standing on the coffee table, re-enacting his first imitation ever. (Ultraman, naturally.)
• Tsukada joining in with the appropriate stunts for the episode. (Incidentally also his first imitation ever.)
• Goseki offering a half-drunk can of alcohol (lemon-something) when Hashimoto suddenly pokes his head in from the hall.
• Kawai and Tsukada rushing the scene and bodily tackling Goseki to the floor (as Yokoo rages in the background)…
It's going to be another good year.
I spent this year's eve writing, too. :D (←typed up from a notebook!) But it wasn't deathfic this time at least. Happy New Year, everyone! ♥ Have some ABC-Z while the other stuff is still stuck in the pipes.
More than friends. PG; 1275.
*
Countdown is the amazing, high-tension usual. But by the end of it all, when the day has dragged on too long and sugar levels are low, everyone with nothing lined up the next day (and quite a few with full schedules regardless) has drunk their fair share and the constant smiles and well-wishes get a little hard to keep up.
ABC are exhausted.
And have work tomorrow.
Totsuka sits in the dressing room leaned forward on a bench, elbows on knees and a towel draped over his bowed head. It's his equivalent of Kitayama's naptime really, minus the frequency of its occurrence: when the self-professed 'bratty' part of himself comes to the fore, his moods swing and his antisocial side takes hold. The other three members of ABC know not to disturb him, that he'll come out of it soon enough and it happens only rarely besides. But it's the New Year now and their Z doesn't believe anybody should be down or grumpy.
Though maybe still not old enough to play past nine at night, Hashimoto knows he didn't sardine!train-hop all the way to the back door of Takizawa's theatre just to not see his entire group properly. Sidling up on the bench, he ducks under the edge of Totsuka's towel and leans his head on Totsuka's shoulder.
It takes a while for Totsuka to relax to the intrusion-he's tired and evidently upset-but Hashimoto waits in patient silence and eventually feels the tension crumble from Totsuka's posture all in a rush.
Shoulders sagged, Totsuka breaks the silence: "Don't look forward to this gig so much," he says quietly. "I haven't seen in the New Year with my friends since I turned eighteen." That it's been as long without his family too goes without saying.
"But aren't we your friends, Tottsu?" Hashimoto asks, trying to keep his voice more curious than hurt.
Totsuka chuckles, rubbing his eyes a little. "You're not my friends, Hasshi. ABC-Z, we're nakama. We are Comrade."
"You've been watching One Piece dubbed again!" Hashimoto accuses. Totsuka likes to play with foreign languages, but English and Hashimoto don't get along. He turns his head in an attempt to glare.
Totsuka grabs the ends of his towel to keep it from slipping off. "Maybe?" he smiles. "What's wrong with it?"
"What's wrong with it?" Hashimoto echoes, tone considering.
Thirteen beats later, Totsuka's mind has drifted off but Hashimoto brings him easily back on topic. "I love my family a lot," he says, shifting his head on Totsuka's shoulder to get more comfortable, "but you guys are my loved ones too, you know? Since we're nakama. I think I'll still think this is still the best place to spend New Year's so we can all face the same way and start running from the very first second."
Totsuka says nothing for a moment, at a loss. It's the sort of spiel that Kawai and Fujigaya would never let Kitayama live down, but from Hashimoto... Totsuka feels his heartstrings melt a little.
Just a little.
He closes his eyes on a sigh and leans against Hashimoto's steady warmth. Hashimoto's hair smells like strawberries, and Totsuka wonders if he's been using his sister's shampoo again (or maybe just Tsukada's). "I really couldn't resist you if you asked me out, you know," he murmurs, feeling Hashimoto giggle into his shoulder.
"I said I'd make it that way from the start," Hashimoto tells him with a note of pride. "On TV and everything. It's my biggest and most best successful plan so far."
"Because you've had a lot of successes of course," Totsuka says.
Hashimoto frowns. "The number of them doesn't matter. I got you and the others and you're all worth a billion bonus points extra, so... So do you know what my resolution is? Tsuka-chan helped me make it!"
"I haven't heard," Totsuka chuckles, taking the topic change in stride. "Tell me?"
Hashimoto takes a deep breath and opens his mouth, but then hesitates. Though curious about what might make their Hashimoto suddenly shy, Totsuka doesn't ask again.
"I...'m going to keep working really hard," Hashimoto says at length, and abruptly buries his face in Totsuka's neck. "I mean, I mean I'd definitely do that anyway-but like… especially so I'll definitely be able to still be with you guys when I'm old enough for Countdown. That's what I want to do."
It's a simple wish, and makes Totsuka smile in acknowledgement of his own selfishness.
Even so, he can't quite renounce it.
"I hope you don't ever leave, Hasshi," he says. A wish of his own. "And don't ever change."
"I could make those my fresh other resolutions if you want?" Hashimoto offers brightly, and Totsuka laughs.
"You have categories of resolution?"
"O'course! Organisation is important," Hashimoto deadpans, though cracks a grin when Totsuka squishes his cheeks and gives him a loud, exaggerated kiss on the lips.
And a camera gets shoved under the slipping end of Totsuka's towel, the flash of it blinding.
Tsukada laughs at Kawai's triumphant shaking of the Polaroid picture while Totsuka complains about seeing stars, rubbing his eyes, and Hashimoto blinks owlishly.
"It's not like it's nothing we've never seen before, though!" Tsukada says of the cleared Polaroid frame when Kawai passes it smugly over. It's mostly Totsuka's hands and Hashimoto's hair, and a bit of Totsuka making a weird face with his lips puckered (though that isn't highly unusual either).
"Yes, but it makes better blackmail material if it looks as if they've got something to hide," Goseki explains, tapping the picture's dubiously dim lighting, slight action-esque blur and terrycloth background.
Totsuka hums in consideration of that fact, sharing a shaded glace with Hashimoto.
"Goseki-kun..."
"Gocchi..."
Goseki takes his attention from the photo when they address him, though remains unconcerned. "Yes?"
Totsuka smiles. "Come here? Please...?"
And Hashimoto mimics Totsuka's innocent tone, reaching out to Goseki with his palms open. "It's okay if we get something really worth hiding? Right...?"
"We have a performance tomorrow!" Goseki protests, though his words lack their usual effect when he (a) still has rose-tinted cheeks from the Ebikisu drinking game Fujigaya made up earlier; and (b) really, is protesting at all.
"Now this is the New Year I'm talking about," Kawai crows, giving Tsukada a high-five. He tosses his camera aside and jumps into the fray. "Round Two!"
Temporarily forgotten, the Totsuka-Hashimoto Polaroid joins a small pile of like memories collected on the dressing room table since the recent end of Countdown:
• Kitayama acquiring a sleeve of Sharpie tattoos (that seems to feature an inordinate amount of dicks, boobs, and creative dildos) courtesy of Nikaido, Kawai and Fujigaya.
• Yokoo giving Fujigaya a lapdance, or trying. (Both half drunk, of course. And Senga reaching in trying to explain how it ought to be done.)
• Fujigaya showing Yokoo how it's done. (Goseki in the background, enjoying the show.)
• Miyata and Tamamori curled up beneath the kotatsu in the corner. (Not that they need its warmth, their faces already sleepy, pink and happy.)
• Kawai standing on the coffee table, re-enacting his first imitation ever. (Ultraman, naturally.)
• Tsukada joining in with the appropriate stunts for the episode. (Incidentally also his first imitation ever.)
• Goseki offering a half-drunk can of alcohol (lemon-something) when Hashimoto suddenly pokes his head in from the hall.
• Kawai and Tsukada rushing the scene and bodily tackling Goseki to the floor (as Yokoo rages in the background)…
It's going to be another good year.