[Fic] 24-Hour Thing
Title: 24-Hour Thing
Fandom: Kanjani8
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This, unsurprisingly, is a work of fiction.
Notes: We all know Yasu would like to be reincarnated as a girl. So I, uh, granted his wish. (Yeah, yeah, I know there’s some great other girl-JE fics out there, so I’m sure I’ve covered some old ground; but I’ve not seen a Yasu one, and it just seemed too obvious to ignore! ;)
24-Hour Thing
“There’s something different about Yasu today,” observes Maru as they take a break from rehearsal, “but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“Now you mention it, I know what you mean,” agrees Hina, looking across the room to where Yasu is standing talking with Subaru.
“This is going to sound weird,” Maru goes on, “but when I was talking to him earlier he seemed… shorter.”
Hina looks again. “Y’know, you could be right! Look!” He points. “Subaru’s not usually that much taller than him, is he?”
“Subaru doesn’t seem to have noticed…”
“He’s probably congratulating himself on growing another half-centimetre,” Yoko adds, sniggering.
Indeed, if Subaru has noticed anything, he’s put it down to having always known he was taller than people thought, and now the universe has finally fallen into line on the matter. However, he can’t say he’s really noticed anything, not until he comes to grope Yasu’s chest in the friendly manner to which they’ve become accustomed; it’s only then that he can’t help but notice something very, very different.
Subaru pulls his hand back like Yasu’s chest has given him an electric shock. “What. The shit.” He’s very glad the others aren’t looking over at this particular moment in time, because he really has no excuse for his face right now.
Yasu shrugs lightly. “I don’t know, I just woke up this way.”
Subaru’s expression conveys a highly amusing mixture of horror and utter dumbfoundedness that Yasu knows he should photograph for posterity (or at least the rest of the members), but he’s not quite that mean.
“I don’t feel any different, if that helps,” supplies Yasu cheerfully.
Subaru stares at his own hand like he’s never seen it before. “You do,” he mumbles, before making some kind of attempt to pull himself together. “Why didn’t you call in sick?!” he hisses at Yasu.
“But there’s nothing wrong with me!”
“That sort of thing doesn’t just happen! What did you do to yourself?!”
“Nothing!” Yasu says at first, but then he looks thoughtful for a moment before he goes on, “Maybe it was the present you gave me… That’s the only thing I can think of that I did differently last night.”
Subaru stares at him with a new level of incredulity. It really would be just his luck to have given Yasu some kind of magical vibrator; of all the sex shops he could’ve chosen, he thinks sourly, why did he have to buy something from the one that turns out to be run by some perverted genie? “What did you do?! Make a bloody wish or something?!”
Yasu laughs and smacks him lightly. “Why are you so upset?”
Subaru stares at him. “More importantly, why aren’t you?!” He’s getting shriller and shriller, and more indignant, as if Yasu has done him a personal injustice by choosing to come to work today as a woman.
Yasu just smiles maddeningly. “What’s the problem? I’m still me, aren’t I?”
Subaru tries to come up with a contrary answer to that, but, to his dismay, he realises that Hina and Maru have noticed something’s up.
“Oi, Subaru! What are you doing to him?”
Subaru jumps away from Yasu like he’s been scalded. “Nothing! I never did anything!”
“Well, that’s suspicious for a start…” Hina says, even more intrigued now.
Yasu starts going over towards the others, and there’s a brief struggle when Subaru grabs at him and tries repeatedly to put a hand over his mouth, but Yasu’s well-practiced and manages to evade. “You see,” he gets out eventually, glancing around sheepishly, “When I woke up this morning I found… there was just less of me.” He takes a deep breath. “Though in some ways… also more,” he finishes lamely.
Everyone stares blankly. Subaru isn’t surprised; somehow he can see that this is the sort of thing anyone would need spelled out for them. Before anyone else has a chance to respond, he grabs Yasu’s chest with both hands and pushes up and together.
“Yasu’s a girl!” he hisses.
Yasu yelps and squirms a little, but doesn’t pull away. Subaru’s in no hurry to remove his hands either making the most of the moment, surreal though it is.
The rest of the band look as if a universal truth has just dawned.
“Oh, so that’s what it was!” says Maru. “We couldn’t work it out!”
Hina smacks Yasu affectionately. “It would only happen to you, wouldn’t it?” he says, laughing.
Yasu colours a little, but he’s giggling too.
“Congratulations!” Yoko slaps Yasu on the back in a comradely fashion. “It’s what you always wanted, isn’t it?”
“What’s it like?” asks Maru in a hushed tone that sounds far too interested. Yasu even starts to answer, but no-one hears what he says because they’re too busy laughing and taking the piss out of Maru.
Subaru wonders when he slipped into a parallel universe where he’s the reasonable, sane, stable one. Probably around the same time Yasu spontaneously became a woman, he muses. It only gets worse when Ryo and Ohkura come in. Yoko can’t resist telling them the “big news” straight away, and any stupid hope Subaru might’ve had of them being a tension-lowering influence fades when they rush over looking like all their birthdays have come at once.
“For real?” says Ryo, approaching Yasu eagerly. It really doesn’t help Subaru’s mood when Ryo and Ohkura proceed to verify the situation in a thoroughly hands-on manner. Yasu squeaks a bit, but Subaru supposes he’s used to being molested, so it probably doesn’t even occur to him to protest. If he’s really honest, Subaru has to admit he’s probably responsible, being the number one molester in Kanjani 8; that’s the only reason he can think of that he feels the need to take it upon himself to slap the inquisitive hands away. “I’m glad you all find this so entertaining!”
Yoko laughs at him obnoxiously. “You were the one with your hands all over her a few minutes ago!”
Subaru can’t deny that, so he settles for pointing out exasperatedly “He’s not a her!”
“He is for now!”
“Um, I’m also still here?” Yasu puts in mildly.
“Yeah,” says Hina, putting an arm round Yasu’s shoulders. “Yasu doesn’t need you making a big deal out of it - he seems fine with it, so why can’t you be?”
Subaru looks around them all in disbelief. “You don’t think, you know, the agency might have something to say about it? Johnny doesn’t want any girls!”
The rest of the band look at each other as if they’re considering this for the first time. “Well, it took us all morning to notice anything, and we see him every day…” says Maru thoughtfully.
“Yeah, it’s pretty lucky it was you, Yasu!” adds Hina. “But I guess Subaru does have a point,” he concedes. “We’d better not take any chances. Maybe you’d better leave for the afternoon. I’m sure we can work something out.
Yoko snickers, pointing at Ohkura. “Haha, he’s thinking he’d make the most of it, if it was him. He’d not leave the house!”
Ohkura makes no attempt to deny it, and the rest of the band laugh, including Yasu, but not including Subaru, who’s still wondering exactly what they’re going to ‘work out’ to do about this.
“OK, I guess I’ll see you all soon then,” Yasu says. “I don’t like leaving you all in the lurch like this…”
“Don’t worry about it,” says Maru, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly. “These are unusual circumstances.”
“Or they would be for any other band,” mutters Subaru.
If anyone hears, they ignore him.
“We’ll cover for you,” says Hina optimistically.
Yasu smiles. “Thanks, guys! Hopefully I’ll be back soon…”
“Yeah, I’m sure you will be.” Hina smiles encouragingly before turning to Subaru. “Make sure he gets home OK.”
Subaru gasps. “Me?! Why?!”
Hina stares at him. “Well, a cute young girl like that could attract all kinds of weirdoes!”
“He should be used to that by now!” Subaru protests. “And besides! Don’t you think it’d easier to explain ‘Yasu’s been kidnapped’ than ‘Yasu randomly turned into a girl’?”
Hina whacks him. “Haven’t you got any chivalry at all?! Get going!”
Subaru scowls, but everyone is looking at him expectantly, including Yasu, so he has no escape. “Come on then,” he mutters, “but I’m not holding any doors open for you or anything.”
Yasu smiles winningly, and Subaru rolls his eyes. By the time Yasu’s finished saying goodbye to the band, Subaru is halfway up the corridor and Yasu has to run to catch up. “Hey, wait!”
Subaru stops and watches over his shoulder till Yasu is level with him. He looks thoughtful for a moment.
Yasu shifts uncomfortably. “What?”
“...Are you wearing a bra?”
“What do you think?!”
“I think you should be. You should’ve borrowed one off your sister or something.”
“I was not going to call my sister at 7 this morning and say ‘You’ll never guess what happened to me this morning, and by the way have you got any spare underwear I can borrow?’! And besides -” Yasu’s indignation suddenly disappears and he flushes. “I don’t think my sister’s would fit. Ahh, it’s embarrassing!” He presses his hands to his face in a way that Subaru thinks is too damn cutesy. Subaru’s met Yasu’s sister, though, and when he looks closer, he finds he agrees.
“Oi! Stop staring!”
Subaru drags his eyes back up to Yasu’s face. “Hey. Be reasonable! Funnily enough, I’m having some difficulty processing the information my eyes are giving me!” He clearly feels this explanation adequate, because his gaze slips again. Yasu folds his arms over his chest, and Subaru pouts.
“Well, as you seem to think I need some new… things, we’d better go shopping,” Yasu beams.
“We?” Subaru says suspiciously. “I hate going in the girls’ bit of the shop, it’s bad enough when you’re not in there for long, but now…”
Yasu’s enthusiasm is undimmed. “Exactly! This time it won’t be weird, because you’ll be with a girl!” He grabs Subaru’s arm and starts hustling him out.
“But you’re meant to be going home! You can’t go wandering round on the street like this!” Subaru protests.
Yasu just smiles. “Don’t worry! If anyone sees us, they won’t even notice! I’m not even wearing a skirt! It’s less trouble than being spotted with a random real girl, isn’t it?”
“They might notice something,” Subaru says, taking the opportunity to grab Yasu’s chest again.
Yasu wriggles free after a couple of attempts. “Stop being paranoid! I’ll keep my sweater on! The members didn’t even notice!.” He giggles. “Or, you know, if any fans did suspect anything, they could just think you were dating a girl who looks just like me. How cute!”
Subaru puts his head in his hands. He knows this is a lost cause - Yasu’s made his mind up, and that’s always fatal. Furthermore, he seems to be having an inappropriate amount of fun, the bastard. Subaru lets himself be dragged along, but not without putting on his poutiest, sulkiest expression.
When they get to the shops, though, he has to admit that they’re looking at rather more interesting stuff than Yasu usually goes for. In fact, Subaru quickly decides, it’s only his duty as a friend and enthusiast to offer his thoughts on the selection of underthings.
“Too lacy. Too many hooks, it’d be hard to get off in a hurry. Haha, your mum would wear that!”
It’s not too long before he’s banished to a corner of the shop where he can’t do any damage. He makes sure to examine the display models thoroughly anyway, just in case.
Yasu is disappointingly quick in choosing some things, and Subaru takes a small victory in his exasperated expression. “See, I told you it was a bad idea for me to come,” he says smugly.
Yasu punches him in the arm in a less than ladylike way. “Yeah, I should’ve known you’d enjoy yourself too much.”
Subaru almost raises his hand to hit Yasu back, and is stricken when he realises he can’t do that now. “This is so unfair!” he moans. “Why should it be acceptable for girls to hit men?! I can’t even defend myself!”
Yasu just smirks, but it still looks too fucking cute. Subaru scowls.
“Shall we get something to eat?” Yasu asks sweetly, and it could almost feel like a normal day again, until Subaru has a moment of horror when he suddenly realises he has what may well, despite Yasu’s assurances, appear to the rest of the world to be a real girl with him, and people might expect different things from him, like paying for them both or speaking on Yasu’s behalf. He regrets pissing Yasu off earlier, because Yasu has a new and terrifying power to drop Subaru right in it.
Subaru keeps his mouth shut and tries to look subservient and pitiful, and it must work because Yasu only hesitates for a moment before giggling and ordering for both of them, just like on any other day.
Subaru relaxes a fraction. “So…” he can’t resist throwing it into the conversation as casually as he can, which isn’t very, but to his credit he keeps his voice down. “Do you need a hand putting that on?” He gestures to the bag of things Yasu bought.
Yasu glares. “I already did, thank you.”
Subaru looks, and nods. “Oh yes, I see you did.”
Yasu colours and sits forward, curling his arms round himself self-consciously. Subaru decides not to point out that that probably has the opposite effect to the one Yasu was hoping for. The more he thinks about it, the more he can see a distinct advantage to this development.
“You do know it’s quite bad to stare at your girlfriend’s bosom so blatantly in public, don’t you?” Yasu says it like he really isn’t sure if it’s occurred to Subaru, but Subaru doesn’t hear anything after Yasu uses the g-word.
“Girlfriend?” he echoes suspiciously.
“Well, that’s what everyone will be thinking, isn’t it?” Yasu doesn’t look at all worried about this. “And besides, who was the one who said if one of us was a girl, we’d be dating?” Yasu smiles coyly.
“Funnily enough, I didn’t expect it to ever happen!” Subaru sputters.
“It did, though.” Yasu shrugs and changes the subject, as if he’s talking about losing his keys or missing the train.
Subaru can’t forget it as easily. He did say the thing about dating if one of them was a girl, and now Yasu is, and every time Subaru thinks about it it feels more like a date-date, and he gets a sudden rush of weird nervousness. Yasu isn’t making it any easier, either - he keeps finding ways to touch Subaru, just little things like leaning across him to reach for a menu, or tapping him on the shoulder to point something out to him, but it makes him jump every time.
Yasu eyes him with concern. “Are you OK?”
“Fine,” he snaps distractedly, but he knows he’s acting uptight. Normally he wouldn’t think twice about putting his arm round boy-Yasu or even holding his hand, but now he’s a girl… Subaru wonders, not without a growing unease that he might be thinking about this far too late, what this says about his sexuality.
He somehow finds himself talked into going to see a film (“It’ll be dark, no-one’ll see anything there!”), and when they get into the cinema and Yasu takes his sweater off and is just wearing a strappy top underneath, Subaru knows all those little touches can’t just be coincidence! Yasu’s far too comfortable with this; he’s enjoying using this new body to the fullest, and that includes making Subaru squirm.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” he hisses.
Yasu turns to him in the dark, looking genuinely confused. “Doing what?”
Subaru lets it go only very reluctantly, still not convinced. He can’t stop thinking about Yasu, and Yasu’s unignorable cleavage, right next to him. Yasu might be even tinier in his female form, but, just like the male version is surprisingly well-built, up close he can’t help but see that the girl one has a chest that he’s sure loads of real girls would envy.
If Subaru knew anything about psychology, he’s sure he would be laughing at himself right now. After all, he was the one who was making such a fuss earlier, and now… Well, the thought of a close friend and colleague as a sudden potential sex object would be weird to anyone, wouldn’t it? It would be bound to cause some confused feelings, right?
He only realises he’s staring when he notices Yasu is staring back. He suddenly seems very close, and he smells of perfume and styling products and girliness, and Subaru thinks to himself what the hell, they’ve done more intimate things than this before, and anyway, it’s Yasu, it’ll all be OK with him whatever - and leans in and presses his mouth firmly to Yasu’s.
Yasu makes a cute little sound, and responds so quickly that Subaru just knows it was all a front, that earlier innocence; but it doesn’t matter, because Yasu’s lips are soft, and his mouth is warm, and his kiss is everything a girl’s should be.
Yasu doesn’t seem to want to stop kissing, and Subaru’s not going to push him away, because it’s actually pretty nice. Yasu’s both skilled and enthusiastic, and it’s too easy to just keep going. When he puts his hand on Yasu’s thigh he thinks he’s gone too far, because Yasu pulls back; but he really doesn’t look like it’s because he minds. His lips are wet and soft from kissing, and he’s breathing heavily and not trying to hide it.
“D’you want to get out of here?” he whispers, and Subaru’s glad, because he wouldn’t have dared ever say it, but he really does want to.
“If you like,” he whispers back, trying to sound like he’s not bothered either way, and Yasu smiles.
They go back to Subaru’s place (“I’m not paying out for a love hotel!”), and all the way there Subaru tries to think how bad an idea this is, and how it’ll inevitably screw up the band and their lives and, if he’s being sappy, their friendship; but all he can really think about is how soft Yasu’s mouth felt, and how long it is since he last had sex (far too long; but then, half an hour is pushing it in Subaru’s opinion) and why shouldn’t he take this opportunity? It’s much easier than trying to meet new people. He wonders how it took him so long to come to this conclusion. Obviously, best friend turning into a girl = free, uncomplicated sex! Subaru regrets wasting the past few hours with a chance like that staring him in the face.
When they get back to his house, Subaru takes them straight to his room, holding Yasu’s hand and pulling him along without saying a word. Yasu keeps giggling, no different to how he usually sounds, but Subaru can’t help but find it just adds to the naughtiness of sneaking home to have sex in the middle of the evening, regardless of who it happens to be with and how unlikely the circumstances surrounding it are.
He’s barely turned round from shutting the door, and Yasu is already taking his top off.
Subaru wants to say something in a cutting tone, like ‘You’re keen, aren’t you?’, but somehow, frustratingly, he can’t get the words out.
Yasu giggles again, looking down to where Subaru’s looking too. “They’re not bad, are they?”
“Uh-huh,” agrees Subaru absently, wasting no time in getting Yasu’s bra off so he can make a more considered evaluation. He’s glad he encouraged Yasu to get something uncomplicated, because Subaru’s in no mood for fiddling around. At least, not with awkward and obstructive clothing. He chucks the bra over his shoulder without even looking, and Yasu laughs even more.
“You sound like you’re drunk,” Subaru mutters, but there’s no heat to it; it’s him who feels kind of like he’s drunk, the way everything suddenly seems so clear and obvious, and the way they’re touching, so self-assured, like it’s natural.
Yasu just grins and kisses him, and there’s the heat. They’re both naked and in bed in less than a minute, and Subaru’s helpless, he can’t think anything but that Yasu was right, it’s not bad at all, none of it is. This body Yasu’s somehow got is soft, and smooth, and just as flexible as Subaru would’ve predicted - if he’d ever thought about it before. The idea lurks in his mind that maybe he has, because he’s certainly not surprised, or, in fact, hesitant in taking advantage of it, and neither is Yasu.
Yasu’s not nervous, considering it’s his first time. His first time as a her, at least. Subaru decides not to think too hard about that. But when he slides his hand up Yasu’s thigh and puts it between his legs, the way Yasu rocks against Subaru’s hand doesn’t seem to show any kind of reservation at all.
Subaru’s fingers slip inside easily, and Subaru feels pretty pleased that he’s got Yasu this worked up - he mustn’t have lost his touch, even though it’s been a while. Either that or Yasu really wants it. Maybe it’s been a long time for him as well. It’s not like they really have time for sex at the moment anyway. Which is why, Subaru sees with that same sudden, drunken clarity, having a girl in the band is so convenient.
“You changed your mind pretty fast,” says Yasu, out of breath.
“…What?” Subaru asks blankly. He’s rubbing a spot that’s making Yasu squirm and moan, and he rather likes it.
“You were so - oh! - upset,” Yasu manages.
“…Was I?” Subaru can’t really think about anything right now except how good Yasu feels, and how willing he looks, and how he really can’t wait any longer. He pushes Yasu onto his back and leans across him to reach into the drawer next to the bed.
Yasu bites his lip, watching as Subaru puts the condom on.
“Don’t you think it’d be nice to have a -”
“No,” says Subaru with an air of horrified finality that threatens no sex for anybody if Yasu carries on with that train of thought. It hadn’t even occurred to Subaru before, but it’d be just like Yasu to go and get pregnant, and then where would they be? Not touring 47 prefectures, that’s for certain.
Without saying another word, Subaru starts to reach over to get another condom, but Yasu just laughs and pulls him down for another kiss.
Subaru’s too horny to be gentle, but the surprised “Oh!” Yasu makes when he pushes inside doesn’t sound distressed in the slightest. It’s all easier than Subaru expected: they fit together so well, and the way Yasu arches against him and grips his shoulders tight is even more encouraging. He knows from the start that it’s not going to last long, but Yasu doesn’t seem to have any complaints - when they’re done, and Subaru’s got enough strength back to lift his face off Yasu’s shoulder, Yasu’s sprawled under him, eyes half closed and hands thrown back on the pillows on either side of his head. His hair is stuck to his face, he’s still breathing hard, but he’s smiling in a way that Subaru can’t help finding flattering to his male pride.
“I want to do that again,” Yasu says dreamily.
Subaru rolls off him, wants to say he’s only human, and he’s tired, and he hopes Yasu doesn’t think that’s a face of seduction because it’s still just too cute - because it’s still Yasu, and he shouldn’t get what he wants so easily; but it’s difficult to protest when Yasu gets in his lap and kisses him and rubs up against him, and it’s obvious after an embarrassingly short time that parts of him aren’t objecting to the idea at all.
Subaru thinks the second time is even better, because Yasu does all the work, and it suits Subaru very nicely to sit there and let him. Yasu is surprisingly sexy - Subaru wonders if maybe it’s just been masked by his overpowering cuteness, or if suddenly having a body like this automatically makes you able to move like that.
After, Subaru’s too stupefied for much by way of conversation, and he falls asleep with Yasu smiling at him in a way that he can only describe as thoroughly satisfied, if he says so himself.
He dreams about screwing Yasu again, doing him over what looks suspiciously like, he realises halfway through the dream, the counter of the Suka-J set, for some reason. His brain must be confused, because in his dream, he also realises halfway through, Yasu is suddenly a boy again, though he still makes the same sexy noises and responds just as willingly. Either way, even after all the sex they had the night before, Subaru still wakes up with a hard on. It takes him a couple of sleepy moments to fully catch on that his dick is also in Yasu’s mouth, and it feels very, very good. Yasu knows just what to do to build it up at the right pace, and, even though he wants to sleep because they’ve got to be up in 3 hours, he really can’t bring himself to mind waking up getting the best blowjob of his life. After, he somehow briefly has enough presence of mind to wonder how Yasu got so confident at it - though, he reasons, Yasu can do anything he tries; Subaru’s not that surprised he’s so good at that too.
Yasu kisses him afterwards, and Subaru thinks gleefully that it’s one of those things that’s sleazy and nasty, but in the most perfect way. He wants to return the favour, but Yasu keeps kissing him, and soon Subaru falls asleep again and when he wakes up Yasu’s gone.
Subaru’s not stupid. He can have a good guess at what’s happened, especially when he sees Yasu’s bra still draped off his guitar, of all places; and when he can’t find Yasu anywhere in the house he’s almost certain he’s right.
He sulks all the way to work. He didn’t get enough sleep, his back is hurting, and the reason for both these facts has disappeared without even waiting to explain.
When he gets to the studio, Yasu is already there and, as Subaru predicted, as normal as ever.
Not one to back down from the possibility of causing a scene when there was a need to stress his own victimisation, he marches over and brandishes the bra in Yasu’s face, glaring. “You forgot this. Though I guess you won’t be needing it anymore.”
“Oh, Yasu!” Hina exclaims in surprise. “You’re back to normal? Good for you!”
Yasu rolls his eyes and laughs. “It took you this long to notice, again?”
Hina holds his hands up. “Hey, we got used to it already!”
“Yeah, we’re just accepting you for what you are, like good friends!” Yoko puts in. He giggles, pointing at Ohkura and Ryo. “Look at them, they’re disappointed!”
“Speak for yourself,” Ryo retorts. “Yesterday was the closest you’ve come to a real girl for a while.”
“No, that’s not fair,” chips in Ohkura. “There was that hostess…”
Hina laughs. “Yeah, Yoko, you should’ve bought Yasu a handbag, then he’d’ve gone out with you.”
Everyone laughs for a minute, but then the penny drops, and they seem to sort of suddenly realise that Subaru did just bring a bra into work, and he’s still holding it out in front of them all, and he doesn’t look happy about it, so something must be up.
Yasu acts quickly and hurries Subaru away before the rest of the band can start asking questions they might not really want to hear the answers to.
“I’m sorry about this morning,” he starts. He sounds like he really means it, Subaru has to give him that, but that doesn’t mean Subaru has to stop scowling. “When I woke up I was like this again, and I thought maybe it’d make you uncomfortable.”
“’m not uncomfortable,” mutters Subaru. “I’m just disappointed.”
Yasu blinks. “…Disappointed?”
“Yeah! I could’ve got used to having a girl who’d still ask for stuff in shops for me and order in restaurants for me and smack me when I need it!” he whines. “Who else is gonna do that?!”
“Umm… me?” Yasu ventures. “I do all that with you, I’m not going to stop!”
“Yeah, but when you were a girl, you did all that and we could have sex!”
Yasu blinks, trying to come up with a decent response. It takes him several seconds to know where to start. “So… you’re not freaked out that we did that? It wasn’t too weird?”
Subaru shrugs. “I’ve done weirder things.”
“Because, you know, I know I’m not a girl anymore, but… we still could have sex. You know, if you wanted.” Yasu can’t fight the blush creeping up his face, but he does his best to hold Subaru’s gaze.
Subaru looks at him thoughtfully. “Well, we could… but you’re not exactly a C-cup anymore, are you? I could’ve got used to that…”
Yasu feels wounded, and opens his mouth to retort that Subaru’s never complained before, quite the opposite in fact, and it’s certainly never stopped Subaru feeling him up in the past anyway; but he’s interrupted by Hina from across the room.
“C’mon, Subaru, give him a break! He’s trying really hard!”
“Yeah,” Yoko adds, “He’s got everything but boobs, for god’s sake!”
“And this way you can grope him in public and people will encourage it!” Ryo puts in cheerfully.
Subaru glares at them all and yells at them to stop ganging up on him, but even he has to admit it’s more for effect, and it does nothing to stop them coming over to him and Yasu anyway.
“I’m glad you got back to normal quickly anyway,” says Maru. “I’m sure management would’ve started to notice something. After a while.”
“Yeah, it’s good to have you back,” says Hina generously, patting Yasu on the shoulder. “It must’ve been one of those 24-hour things, huh?” he adds, laughing.
“Oh god, I hope none of the rest of us catch it. Especially you,” says Ryo, pointing at Yoko.
“What do you mean?!” Yoko is clearly deeply wounded. “I’m not the one who sits with my legs wide apart when I have a skirt on! And I know how to put blusher on right, thank you very much -”
“If anyone was going to catch it,” cuts in Yasu before Yoko can really go off on one, “It’d be Shibuyan.”
Subaru splutters a bit, but the rest of the band contemplate it silently for a brief moment before bursting into horrified laughter.
“Oh please no - it’d be like letting his mum loose in here, and no-one wants that!” Hina manages to say when he’s stopped laughing quite so much.
“Oi oi!” Subaru tries to protest again, but he knows it’s a lost cause. The rest of the band are warming to the topic now, and they’re giving far too thoughtful consideration to what would happen if everyone turned into girls, and which ones management wouldn’t mind keeping that way.
Ryo is casting a critical eye over the rest of the band. “I guess you’d do OK,” he says to Ohkura, who nods as if he was expecting it.
“But the rest of us?” says Hina, laughing.
Yoko is still pouting from Ryo’s earlier slight. “Well, I’m sorry for not being a good enough girl for you! I bet you wouldn’t mind if it happened to some of your little Tokyo friends… I’ve heard YamaPi has a head start in that department anyway…”
Ryo gets a very strange look on his face at that, and promptly shuts his mouth.
Subaru wouldn’t ever say it to their faces, but he’s grateful to be surrounded by all these cheerful lunatics who make everything seem OK and easy to deal with. He puts an arm round Yasu and gives him a reconciliatory squeeze while the others are still bantering. “I guess you are still pretty cute, even if you are a boy again. You’ll do,” he concludes magnanimously, trying to sound like he’s doing Yasu a favour.
“Oh good!” Yasu beams, though he looks smugger than Subaru would like, for someone who’s just had such a gracious gift bestowed upon him. “I thought you’d come around.” He lowers his voice and murmurs, “You certainly seemed quite open to the idea at 3 o’clock this morning.”
“…What?” Subaru says, though as soon as he says it he suspects he knows what Yasu is talking about.
Yasu smiles that smug smile again, and leans close to whisper in Subaru’s ear.
A piece of a puzzle he didn’t know he was missing suddenly fits into place in Subaru’s mind. Yes, of course - Yasu is a person who can do anything he tries, and that doesn’t depend on gender.
No, he thinks, this isn’t bad. Not bad at all.
***
OMAKE
A fortnight or so later, and Yasu’s entirely recovered from his unusual experience. There don’t seem to have been any side effects, and though Subaru has kept worriedly asking him if he feels sick in the mornings or if he’s had any weird cravings, he hasn’t, so he thinks, all in all, things couldn’t have turned out better!
Plus, it seems any fears they might have had about the… condition being infectious were unfounded. Surely if it was going to happen again, it would’ve done by now, especially with the amount of time they’ve been spending together, and how much particularly close contact they’ve had.
But. Maybe the incubation period was longer than they thought.
One morning Yasu wakes up feeling playful. It’s still early, they don’t start work till lunchtime today - they’ve got time. He smiles to himself, pressing himself close to kiss at Subaru’s neck and putting a hand on his hip, rubbing in light circles before sliding up his side and across his chest.
He freezes when his hand encounters more than it’s used to.
“..Why’d you stop?” mumbles Subaru sleepily.
Yasu hesitates for a second. “Umm… I… think there’s something you should know…”
When Yasu takes Subaru’s hand and puts it on his own chest, his shriek wakes half of Kansai.
END
Fandom: Kanjani8
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This, unsurprisingly, is a work of fiction.
Notes: We all know Yasu would like to be reincarnated as a girl. So I, uh, granted his wish. (Yeah, yeah, I know there’s some great other girl-JE fics out there, so I’m sure I’ve covered some old ground; but I’ve not seen a Yasu one, and it just seemed too obvious to ignore! ;)
24-Hour Thing
“There’s something different about Yasu today,” observes Maru as they take a break from rehearsal, “but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“Now you mention it, I know what you mean,” agrees Hina, looking across the room to where Yasu is standing talking with Subaru.
“This is going to sound weird,” Maru goes on, “but when I was talking to him earlier he seemed… shorter.”
Hina looks again. “Y’know, you could be right! Look!” He points. “Subaru’s not usually that much taller than him, is he?”
“Subaru doesn’t seem to have noticed…”
“He’s probably congratulating himself on growing another half-centimetre,” Yoko adds, sniggering.
Indeed, if Subaru has noticed anything, he’s put it down to having always known he was taller than people thought, and now the universe has finally fallen into line on the matter. However, he can’t say he’s really noticed anything, not until he comes to grope Yasu’s chest in the friendly manner to which they’ve become accustomed; it’s only then that he can’t help but notice something very, very different.
Subaru pulls his hand back like Yasu’s chest has given him an electric shock. “What. The shit.” He’s very glad the others aren’t looking over at this particular moment in time, because he really has no excuse for his face right now.
Yasu shrugs lightly. “I don’t know, I just woke up this way.”
Subaru’s expression conveys a highly amusing mixture of horror and utter dumbfoundedness that Yasu knows he should photograph for posterity (or at least the rest of the members), but he’s not quite that mean.
“I don’t feel any different, if that helps,” supplies Yasu cheerfully.
Subaru stares at his own hand like he’s never seen it before. “You do,” he mumbles, before making some kind of attempt to pull himself together. “Why didn’t you call in sick?!” he hisses at Yasu.
“But there’s nothing wrong with me!”
“That sort of thing doesn’t just happen! What did you do to yourself?!”
“Nothing!” Yasu says at first, but then he looks thoughtful for a moment before he goes on, “Maybe it was the present you gave me… That’s the only thing I can think of that I did differently last night.”
Subaru stares at him with a new level of incredulity. It really would be just his luck to have given Yasu some kind of magical vibrator; of all the sex shops he could’ve chosen, he thinks sourly, why did he have to buy something from the one that turns out to be run by some perverted genie? “What did you do?! Make a bloody wish or something?!”
Yasu laughs and smacks him lightly. “Why are you so upset?”
Subaru stares at him. “More importantly, why aren’t you?!” He’s getting shriller and shriller, and more indignant, as if Yasu has done him a personal injustice by choosing to come to work today as a woman.
Yasu just smiles maddeningly. “What’s the problem? I’m still me, aren’t I?”
Subaru tries to come up with a contrary answer to that, but, to his dismay, he realises that Hina and Maru have noticed something’s up.
“Oi, Subaru! What are you doing to him?”
Subaru jumps away from Yasu like he’s been scalded. “Nothing! I never did anything!”
“Well, that’s suspicious for a start…” Hina says, even more intrigued now.
Yasu starts going over towards the others, and there’s a brief struggle when Subaru grabs at him and tries repeatedly to put a hand over his mouth, but Yasu’s well-practiced and manages to evade. “You see,” he gets out eventually, glancing around sheepishly, “When I woke up this morning I found… there was just less of me.” He takes a deep breath. “Though in some ways… also more,” he finishes lamely.
Everyone stares blankly. Subaru isn’t surprised; somehow he can see that this is the sort of thing anyone would need spelled out for them. Before anyone else has a chance to respond, he grabs Yasu’s chest with both hands and pushes up and together.
“Yasu’s a girl!” he hisses.
Yasu yelps and squirms a little, but doesn’t pull away. Subaru’s in no hurry to remove his hands either making the most of the moment, surreal though it is.
The rest of the band look as if a universal truth has just dawned.
“Oh, so that’s what it was!” says Maru. “We couldn’t work it out!”
Hina smacks Yasu affectionately. “It would only happen to you, wouldn’t it?” he says, laughing.
Yasu colours a little, but he’s giggling too.
“Congratulations!” Yoko slaps Yasu on the back in a comradely fashion. “It’s what you always wanted, isn’t it?”
“What’s it like?” asks Maru in a hushed tone that sounds far too interested. Yasu even starts to answer, but no-one hears what he says because they’re too busy laughing and taking the piss out of Maru.
Subaru wonders when he slipped into a parallel universe where he’s the reasonable, sane, stable one. Probably around the same time Yasu spontaneously became a woman, he muses. It only gets worse when Ryo and Ohkura come in. Yoko can’t resist telling them the “big news” straight away, and any stupid hope Subaru might’ve had of them being a tension-lowering influence fades when they rush over looking like all their birthdays have come at once.
“For real?” says Ryo, approaching Yasu eagerly. It really doesn’t help Subaru’s mood when Ryo and Ohkura proceed to verify the situation in a thoroughly hands-on manner. Yasu squeaks a bit, but Subaru supposes he’s used to being molested, so it probably doesn’t even occur to him to protest. If he’s really honest, Subaru has to admit he’s probably responsible, being the number one molester in Kanjani 8; that’s the only reason he can think of that he feels the need to take it upon himself to slap the inquisitive hands away. “I’m glad you all find this so entertaining!”
Yoko laughs at him obnoxiously. “You were the one with your hands all over her a few minutes ago!”
Subaru can’t deny that, so he settles for pointing out exasperatedly “He’s not a her!”
“He is for now!”
“Um, I’m also still here?” Yasu puts in mildly.
“Yeah,” says Hina, putting an arm round Yasu’s shoulders. “Yasu doesn’t need you making a big deal out of it - he seems fine with it, so why can’t you be?”
Subaru looks around them all in disbelief. “You don’t think, you know, the agency might have something to say about it? Johnny doesn’t want any girls!”
The rest of the band look at each other as if they’re considering this for the first time. “Well, it took us all morning to notice anything, and we see him every day…” says Maru thoughtfully.
“Yeah, it’s pretty lucky it was you, Yasu!” adds Hina. “But I guess Subaru does have a point,” he concedes. “We’d better not take any chances. Maybe you’d better leave for the afternoon. I’m sure we can work something out.
Yoko snickers, pointing at Ohkura. “Haha, he’s thinking he’d make the most of it, if it was him. He’d not leave the house!”
Ohkura makes no attempt to deny it, and the rest of the band laugh, including Yasu, but not including Subaru, who’s still wondering exactly what they’re going to ‘work out’ to do about this.
“OK, I guess I’ll see you all soon then,” Yasu says. “I don’t like leaving you all in the lurch like this…”
“Don’t worry about it,” says Maru, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly. “These are unusual circumstances.”
“Or they would be for any other band,” mutters Subaru.
If anyone hears, they ignore him.
“We’ll cover for you,” says Hina optimistically.
Yasu smiles. “Thanks, guys! Hopefully I’ll be back soon…”
“Yeah, I’m sure you will be.” Hina smiles encouragingly before turning to Subaru. “Make sure he gets home OK.”
Subaru gasps. “Me?! Why?!”
Hina stares at him. “Well, a cute young girl like that could attract all kinds of weirdoes!”
“He should be used to that by now!” Subaru protests. “And besides! Don’t you think it’d easier to explain ‘Yasu’s been kidnapped’ than ‘Yasu randomly turned into a girl’?”
Hina whacks him. “Haven’t you got any chivalry at all?! Get going!”
Subaru scowls, but everyone is looking at him expectantly, including Yasu, so he has no escape. “Come on then,” he mutters, “but I’m not holding any doors open for you or anything.”
Yasu smiles winningly, and Subaru rolls his eyes. By the time Yasu’s finished saying goodbye to the band, Subaru is halfway up the corridor and Yasu has to run to catch up. “Hey, wait!”
Subaru stops and watches over his shoulder till Yasu is level with him. He looks thoughtful for a moment.
Yasu shifts uncomfortably. “What?”
“...Are you wearing a bra?”
“What do you think?!”
“I think you should be. You should’ve borrowed one off your sister or something.”
“I was not going to call my sister at 7 this morning and say ‘You’ll never guess what happened to me this morning, and by the way have you got any spare underwear I can borrow?’! And besides -” Yasu’s indignation suddenly disappears and he flushes. “I don’t think my sister’s would fit. Ahh, it’s embarrassing!” He presses his hands to his face in a way that Subaru thinks is too damn cutesy. Subaru’s met Yasu’s sister, though, and when he looks closer, he finds he agrees.
“Oi! Stop staring!”
Subaru drags his eyes back up to Yasu’s face. “Hey. Be reasonable! Funnily enough, I’m having some difficulty processing the information my eyes are giving me!” He clearly feels this explanation adequate, because his gaze slips again. Yasu folds his arms over his chest, and Subaru pouts.
“Well, as you seem to think I need some new… things, we’d better go shopping,” Yasu beams.
“We?” Subaru says suspiciously. “I hate going in the girls’ bit of the shop, it’s bad enough when you’re not in there for long, but now…”
Yasu’s enthusiasm is undimmed. “Exactly! This time it won’t be weird, because you’ll be with a girl!” He grabs Subaru’s arm and starts hustling him out.
“But you’re meant to be going home! You can’t go wandering round on the street like this!” Subaru protests.
Yasu just smiles. “Don’t worry! If anyone sees us, they won’t even notice! I’m not even wearing a skirt! It’s less trouble than being spotted with a random real girl, isn’t it?”
“They might notice something,” Subaru says, taking the opportunity to grab Yasu’s chest again.
Yasu wriggles free after a couple of attempts. “Stop being paranoid! I’ll keep my sweater on! The members didn’t even notice!.” He giggles. “Or, you know, if any fans did suspect anything, they could just think you were dating a girl who looks just like me. How cute!”
Subaru puts his head in his hands. He knows this is a lost cause - Yasu’s made his mind up, and that’s always fatal. Furthermore, he seems to be having an inappropriate amount of fun, the bastard. Subaru lets himself be dragged along, but not without putting on his poutiest, sulkiest expression.
When they get to the shops, though, he has to admit that they’re looking at rather more interesting stuff than Yasu usually goes for. In fact, Subaru quickly decides, it’s only his duty as a friend and enthusiast to offer his thoughts on the selection of underthings.
“Too lacy. Too many hooks, it’d be hard to get off in a hurry. Haha, your mum would wear that!”
It’s not too long before he’s banished to a corner of the shop where he can’t do any damage. He makes sure to examine the display models thoroughly anyway, just in case.
Yasu is disappointingly quick in choosing some things, and Subaru takes a small victory in his exasperated expression. “See, I told you it was a bad idea for me to come,” he says smugly.
Yasu punches him in the arm in a less than ladylike way. “Yeah, I should’ve known you’d enjoy yourself too much.”
Subaru almost raises his hand to hit Yasu back, and is stricken when he realises he can’t do that now. “This is so unfair!” he moans. “Why should it be acceptable for girls to hit men?! I can’t even defend myself!”
Yasu just smirks, but it still looks too fucking cute. Subaru scowls.
“Shall we get something to eat?” Yasu asks sweetly, and it could almost feel like a normal day again, until Subaru has a moment of horror when he suddenly realises he has what may well, despite Yasu’s assurances, appear to the rest of the world to be a real girl with him, and people might expect different things from him, like paying for them both or speaking on Yasu’s behalf. He regrets pissing Yasu off earlier, because Yasu has a new and terrifying power to drop Subaru right in it.
Subaru keeps his mouth shut and tries to look subservient and pitiful, and it must work because Yasu only hesitates for a moment before giggling and ordering for both of them, just like on any other day.
Subaru relaxes a fraction. “So…” he can’t resist throwing it into the conversation as casually as he can, which isn’t very, but to his credit he keeps his voice down. “Do you need a hand putting that on?” He gestures to the bag of things Yasu bought.
Yasu glares. “I already did, thank you.”
Subaru looks, and nods. “Oh yes, I see you did.”
Yasu colours and sits forward, curling his arms round himself self-consciously. Subaru decides not to point out that that probably has the opposite effect to the one Yasu was hoping for. The more he thinks about it, the more he can see a distinct advantage to this development.
“You do know it’s quite bad to stare at your girlfriend’s bosom so blatantly in public, don’t you?” Yasu says it like he really isn’t sure if it’s occurred to Subaru, but Subaru doesn’t hear anything after Yasu uses the g-word.
“Girlfriend?” he echoes suspiciously.
“Well, that’s what everyone will be thinking, isn’t it?” Yasu doesn’t look at all worried about this. “And besides, who was the one who said if one of us was a girl, we’d be dating?” Yasu smiles coyly.
“Funnily enough, I didn’t expect it to ever happen!” Subaru sputters.
“It did, though.” Yasu shrugs and changes the subject, as if he’s talking about losing his keys or missing the train.
Subaru can’t forget it as easily. He did say the thing about dating if one of them was a girl, and now Yasu is, and every time Subaru thinks about it it feels more like a date-date, and he gets a sudden rush of weird nervousness. Yasu isn’t making it any easier, either - he keeps finding ways to touch Subaru, just little things like leaning across him to reach for a menu, or tapping him on the shoulder to point something out to him, but it makes him jump every time.
Yasu eyes him with concern. “Are you OK?”
“Fine,” he snaps distractedly, but he knows he’s acting uptight. Normally he wouldn’t think twice about putting his arm round boy-Yasu or even holding his hand, but now he’s a girl… Subaru wonders, not without a growing unease that he might be thinking about this far too late, what this says about his sexuality.
He somehow finds himself talked into going to see a film (“It’ll be dark, no-one’ll see anything there!”), and when they get into the cinema and Yasu takes his sweater off and is just wearing a strappy top underneath, Subaru knows all those little touches can’t just be coincidence! Yasu’s far too comfortable with this; he’s enjoying using this new body to the fullest, and that includes making Subaru squirm.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” he hisses.
Yasu turns to him in the dark, looking genuinely confused. “Doing what?”
Subaru lets it go only very reluctantly, still not convinced. He can’t stop thinking about Yasu, and Yasu’s unignorable cleavage, right next to him. Yasu might be even tinier in his female form, but, just like the male version is surprisingly well-built, up close he can’t help but see that the girl one has a chest that he’s sure loads of real girls would envy.
If Subaru knew anything about psychology, he’s sure he would be laughing at himself right now. After all, he was the one who was making such a fuss earlier, and now… Well, the thought of a close friend and colleague as a sudden potential sex object would be weird to anyone, wouldn’t it? It would be bound to cause some confused feelings, right?
He only realises he’s staring when he notices Yasu is staring back. He suddenly seems very close, and he smells of perfume and styling products and girliness, and Subaru thinks to himself what the hell, they’ve done more intimate things than this before, and anyway, it’s Yasu, it’ll all be OK with him whatever - and leans in and presses his mouth firmly to Yasu’s.
Yasu makes a cute little sound, and responds so quickly that Subaru just knows it was all a front, that earlier innocence; but it doesn’t matter, because Yasu’s lips are soft, and his mouth is warm, and his kiss is everything a girl’s should be.
Yasu doesn’t seem to want to stop kissing, and Subaru’s not going to push him away, because it’s actually pretty nice. Yasu’s both skilled and enthusiastic, and it’s too easy to just keep going. When he puts his hand on Yasu’s thigh he thinks he’s gone too far, because Yasu pulls back; but he really doesn’t look like it’s because he minds. His lips are wet and soft from kissing, and he’s breathing heavily and not trying to hide it.
“D’you want to get out of here?” he whispers, and Subaru’s glad, because he wouldn’t have dared ever say it, but he really does want to.
“If you like,” he whispers back, trying to sound like he’s not bothered either way, and Yasu smiles.
They go back to Subaru’s place (“I’m not paying out for a love hotel!”), and all the way there Subaru tries to think how bad an idea this is, and how it’ll inevitably screw up the band and their lives and, if he’s being sappy, their friendship; but all he can really think about is how soft Yasu’s mouth felt, and how long it is since he last had sex (far too long; but then, half an hour is pushing it in Subaru’s opinion) and why shouldn’t he take this opportunity? It’s much easier than trying to meet new people. He wonders how it took him so long to come to this conclusion. Obviously, best friend turning into a girl = free, uncomplicated sex! Subaru regrets wasting the past few hours with a chance like that staring him in the face.
When they get back to his house, Subaru takes them straight to his room, holding Yasu’s hand and pulling him along without saying a word. Yasu keeps giggling, no different to how he usually sounds, but Subaru can’t help but find it just adds to the naughtiness of sneaking home to have sex in the middle of the evening, regardless of who it happens to be with and how unlikely the circumstances surrounding it are.
He’s barely turned round from shutting the door, and Yasu is already taking his top off.
Subaru wants to say something in a cutting tone, like ‘You’re keen, aren’t you?’, but somehow, frustratingly, he can’t get the words out.
Yasu giggles again, looking down to where Subaru’s looking too. “They’re not bad, are they?”
“Uh-huh,” agrees Subaru absently, wasting no time in getting Yasu’s bra off so he can make a more considered evaluation. He’s glad he encouraged Yasu to get something uncomplicated, because Subaru’s in no mood for fiddling around. At least, not with awkward and obstructive clothing. He chucks the bra over his shoulder without even looking, and Yasu laughs even more.
“You sound like you’re drunk,” Subaru mutters, but there’s no heat to it; it’s him who feels kind of like he’s drunk, the way everything suddenly seems so clear and obvious, and the way they’re touching, so self-assured, like it’s natural.
Yasu just grins and kisses him, and there’s the heat. They’re both naked and in bed in less than a minute, and Subaru’s helpless, he can’t think anything but that Yasu was right, it’s not bad at all, none of it is. This body Yasu’s somehow got is soft, and smooth, and just as flexible as Subaru would’ve predicted - if he’d ever thought about it before. The idea lurks in his mind that maybe he has, because he’s certainly not surprised, or, in fact, hesitant in taking advantage of it, and neither is Yasu.
Yasu’s not nervous, considering it’s his first time. His first time as a her, at least. Subaru decides not to think too hard about that. But when he slides his hand up Yasu’s thigh and puts it between his legs, the way Yasu rocks against Subaru’s hand doesn’t seem to show any kind of reservation at all.
Subaru’s fingers slip inside easily, and Subaru feels pretty pleased that he’s got Yasu this worked up - he mustn’t have lost his touch, even though it’s been a while. Either that or Yasu really wants it. Maybe it’s been a long time for him as well. It’s not like they really have time for sex at the moment anyway. Which is why, Subaru sees with that same sudden, drunken clarity, having a girl in the band is so convenient.
“You changed your mind pretty fast,” says Yasu, out of breath.
“…What?” Subaru asks blankly. He’s rubbing a spot that’s making Yasu squirm and moan, and he rather likes it.
“You were so - oh! - upset,” Yasu manages.
“…Was I?” Subaru can’t really think about anything right now except how good Yasu feels, and how willing he looks, and how he really can’t wait any longer. He pushes Yasu onto his back and leans across him to reach into the drawer next to the bed.
Yasu bites his lip, watching as Subaru puts the condom on.
“Don’t you think it’d be nice to have a -”
“No,” says Subaru with an air of horrified finality that threatens no sex for anybody if Yasu carries on with that train of thought. It hadn’t even occurred to Subaru before, but it’d be just like Yasu to go and get pregnant, and then where would they be? Not touring 47 prefectures, that’s for certain.
Without saying another word, Subaru starts to reach over to get another condom, but Yasu just laughs and pulls him down for another kiss.
Subaru’s too horny to be gentle, but the surprised “Oh!” Yasu makes when he pushes inside doesn’t sound distressed in the slightest. It’s all easier than Subaru expected: they fit together so well, and the way Yasu arches against him and grips his shoulders tight is even more encouraging. He knows from the start that it’s not going to last long, but Yasu doesn’t seem to have any complaints - when they’re done, and Subaru’s got enough strength back to lift his face off Yasu’s shoulder, Yasu’s sprawled under him, eyes half closed and hands thrown back on the pillows on either side of his head. His hair is stuck to his face, he’s still breathing hard, but he’s smiling in a way that Subaru can’t help finding flattering to his male pride.
“I want to do that again,” Yasu says dreamily.
Subaru rolls off him, wants to say he’s only human, and he’s tired, and he hopes Yasu doesn’t think that’s a face of seduction because it’s still just too cute - because it’s still Yasu, and he shouldn’t get what he wants so easily; but it’s difficult to protest when Yasu gets in his lap and kisses him and rubs up against him, and it’s obvious after an embarrassingly short time that parts of him aren’t objecting to the idea at all.
Subaru thinks the second time is even better, because Yasu does all the work, and it suits Subaru very nicely to sit there and let him. Yasu is surprisingly sexy - Subaru wonders if maybe it’s just been masked by his overpowering cuteness, or if suddenly having a body like this automatically makes you able to move like that.
After, Subaru’s too stupefied for much by way of conversation, and he falls asleep with Yasu smiling at him in a way that he can only describe as thoroughly satisfied, if he says so himself.
He dreams about screwing Yasu again, doing him over what looks suspiciously like, he realises halfway through the dream, the counter of the Suka-J set, for some reason. His brain must be confused, because in his dream, he also realises halfway through, Yasu is suddenly a boy again, though he still makes the same sexy noises and responds just as willingly. Either way, even after all the sex they had the night before, Subaru still wakes up with a hard on. It takes him a couple of sleepy moments to fully catch on that his dick is also in Yasu’s mouth, and it feels very, very good. Yasu knows just what to do to build it up at the right pace, and, even though he wants to sleep because they’ve got to be up in 3 hours, he really can’t bring himself to mind waking up getting the best blowjob of his life. After, he somehow briefly has enough presence of mind to wonder how Yasu got so confident at it - though, he reasons, Yasu can do anything he tries; Subaru’s not that surprised he’s so good at that too.
Yasu kisses him afterwards, and Subaru thinks gleefully that it’s one of those things that’s sleazy and nasty, but in the most perfect way. He wants to return the favour, but Yasu keeps kissing him, and soon Subaru falls asleep again and when he wakes up Yasu’s gone.
Subaru’s not stupid. He can have a good guess at what’s happened, especially when he sees Yasu’s bra still draped off his guitar, of all places; and when he can’t find Yasu anywhere in the house he’s almost certain he’s right.
He sulks all the way to work. He didn’t get enough sleep, his back is hurting, and the reason for both these facts has disappeared without even waiting to explain.
When he gets to the studio, Yasu is already there and, as Subaru predicted, as normal as ever.
Not one to back down from the possibility of causing a scene when there was a need to stress his own victimisation, he marches over and brandishes the bra in Yasu’s face, glaring. “You forgot this. Though I guess you won’t be needing it anymore.”
“Oh, Yasu!” Hina exclaims in surprise. “You’re back to normal? Good for you!”
Yasu rolls his eyes and laughs. “It took you this long to notice, again?”
Hina holds his hands up. “Hey, we got used to it already!”
“Yeah, we’re just accepting you for what you are, like good friends!” Yoko puts in. He giggles, pointing at Ohkura and Ryo. “Look at them, they’re disappointed!”
“Speak for yourself,” Ryo retorts. “Yesterday was the closest you’ve come to a real girl for a while.”
“No, that’s not fair,” chips in Ohkura. “There was that hostess…”
Hina laughs. “Yeah, Yoko, you should’ve bought Yasu a handbag, then he’d’ve gone out with you.”
Everyone laughs for a minute, but then the penny drops, and they seem to sort of suddenly realise that Subaru did just bring a bra into work, and he’s still holding it out in front of them all, and he doesn’t look happy about it, so something must be up.
Yasu acts quickly and hurries Subaru away before the rest of the band can start asking questions they might not really want to hear the answers to.
“I’m sorry about this morning,” he starts. He sounds like he really means it, Subaru has to give him that, but that doesn’t mean Subaru has to stop scowling. “When I woke up I was like this again, and I thought maybe it’d make you uncomfortable.”
“’m not uncomfortable,” mutters Subaru. “I’m just disappointed.”
Yasu blinks. “…Disappointed?”
“Yeah! I could’ve got used to having a girl who’d still ask for stuff in shops for me and order in restaurants for me and smack me when I need it!” he whines. “Who else is gonna do that?!”
“Umm… me?” Yasu ventures. “I do all that with you, I’m not going to stop!”
“Yeah, but when you were a girl, you did all that and we could have sex!”
Yasu blinks, trying to come up with a decent response. It takes him several seconds to know where to start. “So… you’re not freaked out that we did that? It wasn’t too weird?”
Subaru shrugs. “I’ve done weirder things.”
“Because, you know, I know I’m not a girl anymore, but… we still could have sex. You know, if you wanted.” Yasu can’t fight the blush creeping up his face, but he does his best to hold Subaru’s gaze.
Subaru looks at him thoughtfully. “Well, we could… but you’re not exactly a C-cup anymore, are you? I could’ve got used to that…”
Yasu feels wounded, and opens his mouth to retort that Subaru’s never complained before, quite the opposite in fact, and it’s certainly never stopped Subaru feeling him up in the past anyway; but he’s interrupted by Hina from across the room.
“C’mon, Subaru, give him a break! He’s trying really hard!”
“Yeah,” Yoko adds, “He’s got everything but boobs, for god’s sake!”
“And this way you can grope him in public and people will encourage it!” Ryo puts in cheerfully.
Subaru glares at them all and yells at them to stop ganging up on him, but even he has to admit it’s more for effect, and it does nothing to stop them coming over to him and Yasu anyway.
“I’m glad you got back to normal quickly anyway,” says Maru. “I’m sure management would’ve started to notice something. After a while.”
“Yeah, it’s good to have you back,” says Hina generously, patting Yasu on the shoulder. “It must’ve been one of those 24-hour things, huh?” he adds, laughing.
“Oh god, I hope none of the rest of us catch it. Especially you,” says Ryo, pointing at Yoko.
“What do you mean?!” Yoko is clearly deeply wounded. “I’m not the one who sits with my legs wide apart when I have a skirt on! And I know how to put blusher on right, thank you very much -”
“If anyone was going to catch it,” cuts in Yasu before Yoko can really go off on one, “It’d be Shibuyan.”
Subaru splutters a bit, but the rest of the band contemplate it silently for a brief moment before bursting into horrified laughter.
“Oh please no - it’d be like letting his mum loose in here, and no-one wants that!” Hina manages to say when he’s stopped laughing quite so much.
“Oi oi!” Subaru tries to protest again, but he knows it’s a lost cause. The rest of the band are warming to the topic now, and they’re giving far too thoughtful consideration to what would happen if everyone turned into girls, and which ones management wouldn’t mind keeping that way.
Ryo is casting a critical eye over the rest of the band. “I guess you’d do OK,” he says to Ohkura, who nods as if he was expecting it.
“But the rest of us?” says Hina, laughing.
Yoko is still pouting from Ryo’s earlier slight. “Well, I’m sorry for not being a good enough girl for you! I bet you wouldn’t mind if it happened to some of your little Tokyo friends… I’ve heard YamaPi has a head start in that department anyway…”
Ryo gets a very strange look on his face at that, and promptly shuts his mouth.
Subaru wouldn’t ever say it to their faces, but he’s grateful to be surrounded by all these cheerful lunatics who make everything seem OK and easy to deal with. He puts an arm round Yasu and gives him a reconciliatory squeeze while the others are still bantering. “I guess you are still pretty cute, even if you are a boy again. You’ll do,” he concludes magnanimously, trying to sound like he’s doing Yasu a favour.
“Oh good!” Yasu beams, though he looks smugger than Subaru would like, for someone who’s just had such a gracious gift bestowed upon him. “I thought you’d come around.” He lowers his voice and murmurs, “You certainly seemed quite open to the idea at 3 o’clock this morning.”
“…What?” Subaru says, though as soon as he says it he suspects he knows what Yasu is talking about.
Yasu smiles that smug smile again, and leans close to whisper in Subaru’s ear.
A piece of a puzzle he didn’t know he was missing suddenly fits into place in Subaru’s mind. Yes, of course - Yasu is a person who can do anything he tries, and that doesn’t depend on gender.
No, he thinks, this isn’t bad. Not bad at all.
***
OMAKE
A fortnight or so later, and Yasu’s entirely recovered from his unusual experience. There don’t seem to have been any side effects, and though Subaru has kept worriedly asking him if he feels sick in the mornings or if he’s had any weird cravings, he hasn’t, so he thinks, all in all, things couldn’t have turned out better!
Plus, it seems any fears they might have had about the… condition being infectious were unfounded. Surely if it was going to happen again, it would’ve done by now, especially with the amount of time they’ve been spending together, and how much particularly close contact they’ve had.
But. Maybe the incubation period was longer than they thought.
One morning Yasu wakes up feeling playful. It’s still early, they don’t start work till lunchtime today - they’ve got time. He smiles to himself, pressing himself close to kiss at Subaru’s neck and putting a hand on his hip, rubbing in light circles before sliding up his side and across his chest.
He freezes when his hand encounters more than it’s used to.
“..Why’d you stop?” mumbles Subaru sleepily.
Yasu hesitates for a second. “Umm… I… think there’s something you should know…”
When Yasu takes Subaru’s hand and puts it on his own chest, his shriek wakes half of Kansai.
END