[one-shot] I Always Knew (Originally "The Pre-School One")
Title: I Always Knew (originally labeled "The Pre-school One")
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2 (slight mention of ABC-Z)
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Fluff/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.
Summary: Tama-chan's family has just moved so he's the new kid. He's scared and doesn't know if he's going to be able to make friends, but the other members of his class welcome him. They become a team, but then one of Tama-chan's classmates leaves. This story jumps to when they're in high school and he finds that there are just some things that don't change... they're the things that were meant to be that way.
NOTE: This is my first time writing AU I think. I teach Kindergarten 2 times out of the week so this was originally inspired by my students. ^-^ And since most people don't know, in Japan, kindergarten is a part of the Pre-school, not elementary. Tama-chan starts of as a kid one year younger than kindergarten.
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“Welcome to Jyaniizu Preschool,” the director said warmly, opening the gate for them. “I’m sure your son will love it here.”
His mother took his hand as they walked together through the school grounds. “Come on Tama-chan. She’s going to show us where your classroom is going to be.”
The school building a happy yellow with 2 floors. Tama-chan couldn’t help but stare at the colorful windows along the ramp that led to the 2nd floor. The director saw this and explained that the upper level was where the 5-year olds were and that it was okay to go up there if one of the older kids said it was okay. But Tama-chan was only 4, so his classroom was on the first level.
As they passed the first classroom, Tama-chan paused to look in through the glass sliding doors. He tugged on his mother’s hand and pointed, eyes wide. Inside, there were 5 boys, 4 of which were laughing and tumbling around. The other was sitting on the side, just watching, until the kid with the big poofy hair and huge smile pulled him over and started to show him how to tumble too.
The school director squatted next to Tama-chan with a knowing smile. “This is ABC-Z Gumi. Maybe, if you’re really nice, they’ll teach you too.”
Continuing down the hall, they passed other classrooms. Some had kids dancing around happily to music, while others had children gathered around the teacher singing songs. Finally, they stopped and the director knelt down in front of him. “This is your classroom, Kisumai-Gumi. They’re very excited to meet you, Tama-chan.”
Tama-chan looked up at his mother hesitantly. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “Yuta. It’s okay. You’re going to make lots of friends and then you can tell me about all your adventures when you come home, okay?”
As they entered the room, six other pairs of eyes were looking at him. Scared, Tama-chan tried to hide himself behind his mother’s skirt. She was about to untangle him when one of the boys stepped forward to offer his toy truck to her son.
“We’re making a track,” the boy said with an excited smile. “You wanna help?”
.oO@Oo.
“And we made a big road and raced the cars!” Tama-chan told his mother on their way home that afternoon. “I thought mine was pretty fast, but MAN! Taipi’s one was even faster! And they said we’re going to be pirates tomorrow and go on a treasure hunt and everything!”
Tamamori-san just smiled.
.oO@Oo.
“Tama-chan~!”
Tama-chan looked up to see Miyacchi running over to where he was making a sand castle. The other boy was running at full speed, so knowing what was about to happen, he scooted over to the side just as Miyacchi tripped over the sandbox ledge and straight into Tama-chan’s castle. Tama-chan just sighed.
Miyacchi looked up at him and smiled sheepishly. “Gomen, ne Tama-chan.”
Tama-chan just shrugged. It wasn’t the first time this had happened and it was most definitely not the last. As Miyacchi brushed himself off, goofy smile still on his face, Tama-chan wondered why he let Miyacchi do things like destroy his sand castles or had the last bite of his cookie.
Miyacchi just smiled even brighter. “Because you like me best, ne?”
.oO@Oo.
When Tama-chan came to school one day, he looked around to see everyone huddled in the center of the room. He approached the huddle of whispers and Kenpi scooted over so that he could join in. After a collective “Good morning!” they all turned their attention back to Mikkun.
“I over heard sensei talking to ‘kaa-chan about a new toy!” Mikkun said excitedly.
Taipi smiled widely. “What kind of toy?”
Mikkun looked around, drawing them closer. “I don’t know, but she was asking ‘kaa-chan if it was ok, so it must be big!”
It turned out that they didn’t have to wait too long to find out. After lunch that day, their teacher brought them to the large open space at the heart of the school’s building. They knew that they weren’t supposed to know about a new toy or anything, but not one of them could keep the excited smiles off of their faces.
“Skates,” Tama-chan breathed, when they got close enough to see.
To be truthful, they were horrible at skating, crashing into each other and falling on their butts left and right. It was a good thing that they were nearly covered head to toe in protective gear. But practice makes… better (certainly not perfect) and by the time their mothers came to pick them up that afternoon, they could at least all skate across the room without too much flailing.
Everyday, each of the Kisumai-Gumi members couldn’t wait to get to school so that they could put those skates on again.
But, barely a week later, they all looked up in surprise to see Miyacchi walk in with his mother and their teacher. Tama-chan took a step forward to say good morning, but Miyacchi wasn’t looking at them, eyes fixated on the floor.
As their teacher explained to them that Miyacchi’s family would be moving, they understood why their friend looked so sad. The 7 of them were a team and had sworn to be best friends forever and ever! Miyacchi didn’t want to go.
When Miyacchi started to cry, Tama-chan took his hand. “Smile!” he ordered bravely, even though he wanted to cry too. “Even if you move, we’re still friends right?”
Miyacchi sniffled, nose red from crying. “…Really?”
Tama-chan nodded. “We all promised!”
Miyacchi looked over at the tiny skates lined up along the wall. “I barely even got started…”
“That’s okay! The next time we play together, I’ll teach you!”
.oO@Oo.
[A Bunch of Years Later…]
Class had yet to start as Tamamori looked out the window. ‘It’s gonna rain,’ he thought sourly, sighing. He hadn’t brought an umbrella with him to school. Crap.
He didn’t bother to look up when their homeroom teacher walked in. He half-heartedly listened as she called Kitayama’s name repeatedly to wake him up, just like she did every morning. It really was a wonder that he even made it to school on time everyday in the first place.
“Ok class. We have a new student joining us today,” she announced.
Well, that explained the desk that had appeared next to him overnight.
The classroom door opened again and Tamamori finally looked up, just in time to see a brown haired boy walk in… with a big nose and goofy smile. No way. Tamamori exchanged looks with the other former Kisumai-Gumi members.
The ‘new’ boy grinned sheepishly and Tamamori felt his heart beat quicken.
.oO@Oo.
Tamamori paused at the school building’s main entryway to frown at the falling rain. Dammit. It really had been sunny when he left home. As he was about to take a step forward, he felt something move over his head. He looked to his right to see Miyata holding up an umbrella.
“Forgot something?” he asked a little hesitantly as they stepped out into the rain.
“Something like that,” Tamamori muttered darkly. He kicked at the puddles forming in their path as if they’d disappear from sight if he glared hard enough.
They walked together in silence until they were almost at Tamamori’s house. Tamamori stopped short. “Wait. Do you live in this area now?”
Miyata just laughed. “I live in the next town over. I catch the train to school.”
“Then why…” Tamamori wasn’t sure how to finish his questions without sounding rude and unthankful, but it didn’t seem to matter because Miyata just shrugged.
“I guess it’s ‘cause you’re still my favorite person.”
Tamamori’s ears burned red.
.oO@Oo.
“Ne, ne, Tama-chan!” Miyata called from the other side of the room. He ran over to show him his prize, but tripped over someone’s bag and Tamamori suddenly found himself with a lapful of Miyata.
Tamamori sighed as Miyata grinned up at him. Some things really just never changed.
.oO@Oo.
One day well into their 2nd year of high school, Tamamori looked over to see Miyata staring at him. They were watching TV together from Tamamori’s bed, just like they did everyday until his mother came home (at which point they’d pull out the books and pretend that they’d been dutifully studying all along.). But today, Miyata just continued to stare at him, ignoring the TV altogether until, finally, Tamamori got annoyed enough to stare back. “What?”
Miyata just shook his head with a big smile. “Nothing. I was just thinking how I like spending time with Tama-chan the best.”
Tamamori’s face went bright red. “Do you have to say embarrassing things like that ALL THE TIME?”
Miyata’s smile brightened. “Yep!”
.oO@Oo.
The day Tamamori received his first love letter, he didn’t know what to do with it. When it was already 10 minutes to the time mentioned in the letter, he finally asked for help.
“If you like her, then just go for it,” had been Kitayama’s advice.
Yokoo told him to think it over carefully.
Fujigaya clapped him on the shoulder and told him not to break any hearts.
Nikaido looked at him and rolled his eyes, wondering out loud why anyone would give someone as weird as Tama-chan a love letter to begin with, while Senga sat on his desk, swinging his legs just waiting to see what the outcome was.
Tamamori looked from the letter in his hand to Miyata. His best friend’s was the advice he was waiting for and the only opinion not being volunteered. Instead, the other boy had an uncharacteristically serious look on his face and was staring intently at the letter.
“Miyacchi… what do you think?”
Miyata jumped at the questions. He sighed ad looked straight into Tamamori’s eyes. “Do you like her?”
Tamamori puffed his cheeks. “I guess I don’t really know her.”
In the end, he told the girl that while her feelings were appreciated, he didn’t feel the same.
Later that night, Miyata’s face was still void of that goofy smile. Tamamori tried to ignore it, but after dinner, once they were back in his room, he just couldn’t take it anymore.
“What is your problem? Moping all over the place today…”
Miyata attempted a weak smile. “Just a lot on my mind.”
.oO@Oo.
“So… what do you think about Miyacchi?” Fujigaya asked out of the blue a few weeks later. They were shopping and it was odd for it to be just the two of them. Hell, it was odd anytime that Miyata wasn’t there.
“What do you mean?” Miyata was his best friend. Everyone knew that.
“Well…” Fujigaya said, flicking through one of the racks of clothes. “I was just thinking that he’d been acting weird lately.”
Tamamori paused. He’d noticed it too. Miyata had been a little distant and much more quiet recently. More often than not, he’d have a serious look on his face, and although he hated to admit it, Tamamori was kind of starting to miss the goofy smile and the constant embarrassing compliments.
Fujigaya turned to look at him. “Did you notice that it started that day that girl confessed to you?”
“…Do you think he maybe liked her?”
Fujigaya’s jaw dropped a little. “Not exactly…”
He didn’t say anything after, so Tamamori thought the topic had been dropped, but later that night when they were eating dinner, Fujigaya asked, “What would you do if Miyata liked you?”
Tamamori stared. “…What?”
“You don’t think so?” Fujigaya pushed. “He’s always by your side and if he’s not, he’d talking about you…”
“We’re best friends,” he murmured, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“I think it might be more than that,” Fujigaya said more insistently. “His face lights up when he sees you and he stares at you a lot. It’s like he can’t take his eyes off you.”
When Tamamori didn’t say thing, Fujigaya puffed his cheeks. “I told them I shouldn’t be the one to tell you…”
“’Them’?”
“Kitayama and Yokoo. We’ve been trying to figure out if we should tell you or just let Miyata do it himself. And honestly... well, he’s been trying, but you’re kind of dense, so we thought we’d give you a little push.”
On his way home, Tamamori couldn’t think about anything else. Miyata liked him? He supposed that really didn’t surprise him as much as it probably should. Tamamori sighed.
.oO@Oo.
Since the time Fujigaya had talked to him about Miyata liking him, Tamamori could barely look the other boy in the eye, feeling his face go hot almost immediately.
As days passed, things were becoming more and more awkward between the two of them and the others were starting to get worried. When Miyata left to the room to carry something for the teacher, Kitayama got up from his seat, walked up to Tamamori and flicked him on the forehead.
“Ow! What was that for?!” he demanded.
“Fix it,” Kitayama fired back. “It’s getting weird for the rest of us. You guys like each other. So stop being a baby and fix it!”
Tamamori shut his mouth with a snap, pouting slightly at being scolded. It wasn’t his fault things were awkward.
No one said anything more and Kitayama returned to his seat when Miyata came back. Miyata, sensing that he’d missed something, looked towards Tamamori for an explanation.
Sighing heavily, he mouthed, “We need to talk.”
.oO@Oo.
He told Miyata to meet him at his house on Saturday and nodded in greeting when he opened the door. They walked to the nearby part in silence, even though Miyata looked like he wanted ask why Tamamori was bringing a duffel bag with them.
When they arrived at the park, Tamamori let them to a bench, sitting under a tree. They sat together silently until Miyata’s nerves got the best of him.
“You wanted to talk?”
Tamamori looked at him. He was surprised to hear the level of panic in Miyata’s voice. Deciding not to beat around the bush, he asked, “Miyacchi… do you like me?”
“Of course. You’re my best fri-“
“No. I mean, do you like me like me?”
“Yes, I do,” he answered without hesitation, even though Tamamori could see the nervous glisten forming across Miyata’s forehead.
Tamamori looked away from him and took a deep breath. “Gomen, ne Miyacchi…” he murmured, before turning back to take Miyata’s hand, ignoring the sweat as he interlacing their fingers. He offered him a small smile. “I should have realized your feelings sooner.”
Squeezing his hand before pulling free, Tamamori reached over to the duffel bag and pulled out 2 sets of skates, handing one pair to Miyata. When all Miyata did was look at him, confused, Tamamori said, “You left before you could learn fully. I promised a really long time ago that I’d teach you someday when we were together again.”
It took a moment for this to process, but then Miyata was grinning so much that his eyes disappeared. “I knew I liked you the best!” He hurriedly put the skates on while Tamamori bit back a smile of his own. He watched as Miyata trudged across the grass to test out the skates on the sidewalk, promptly falling to his knees.
When it looked as if Miyata had gotten the hang of moving forward without falling or flailing too much, Tamamori walked over to join him. Together, they skated through the park, Tamamori instructing and Miyata sometimes flailing on purpose so he could grab onto Tamamori’s sleeve.
It was starting to get dark when Miyata tugged on Tamamori’s hand. “Ne, ne, ne. You like me the best too right? Right?”
Looking to make sure that no one else was around, Tamamori leaned over to kiss his cheek. Miyata was so surprised that he immediately fell backwards on to his butt, while Tamamori just skated ahead, telling him that if he didn’t hurry, they’d be late for dinner.
THE END ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
A/N: Technically, I actually wrote this last summer one day after coming back from teaching kindergarten… but we’ll ignore that since I failed in writing a Valentine’s Day fic this year. ^^; By the way… if anyone wants to write Kisumai-Gumi adventures for me, by all means, go for it.
Anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day~!
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2 (slight mention of ABC-Z)
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Fluff/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.
Summary: Tama-chan's family has just moved so he's the new kid. He's scared and doesn't know if he's going to be able to make friends, but the other members of his class welcome him. They become a team, but then one of Tama-chan's classmates leaves. This story jumps to when they're in high school and he finds that there are just some things that don't change... they're the things that were meant to be that way.
NOTE: This is my first time writing AU I think. I teach Kindergarten 2 times out of the week so this was originally inspired by my students. ^-^ And since most people don't know, in Japan, kindergarten is a part of the Pre-school, not elementary. Tama-chan starts of as a kid one year younger than kindergarten.
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“Welcome to Jyaniizu Preschool,” the director said warmly, opening the gate for them. “I’m sure your son will love it here.”
His mother took his hand as they walked together through the school grounds. “Come on Tama-chan. She’s going to show us where your classroom is going to be.”
The school building a happy yellow with 2 floors. Tama-chan couldn’t help but stare at the colorful windows along the ramp that led to the 2nd floor. The director saw this and explained that the upper level was where the 5-year olds were and that it was okay to go up there if one of the older kids said it was okay. But Tama-chan was only 4, so his classroom was on the first level.
As they passed the first classroom, Tama-chan paused to look in through the glass sliding doors. He tugged on his mother’s hand and pointed, eyes wide. Inside, there were 5 boys, 4 of which were laughing and tumbling around. The other was sitting on the side, just watching, until the kid with the big poofy hair and huge smile pulled him over and started to show him how to tumble too.
The school director squatted next to Tama-chan with a knowing smile. “This is ABC-Z Gumi. Maybe, if you’re really nice, they’ll teach you too.”
Continuing down the hall, they passed other classrooms. Some had kids dancing around happily to music, while others had children gathered around the teacher singing songs. Finally, they stopped and the director knelt down in front of him. “This is your classroom, Kisumai-Gumi. They’re very excited to meet you, Tama-chan.”
Tama-chan looked up at his mother hesitantly. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “Yuta. It’s okay. You’re going to make lots of friends and then you can tell me about all your adventures when you come home, okay?”
As they entered the room, six other pairs of eyes were looking at him. Scared, Tama-chan tried to hide himself behind his mother’s skirt. She was about to untangle him when one of the boys stepped forward to offer his toy truck to her son.
“We’re making a track,” the boy said with an excited smile. “You wanna help?”
.oO@Oo.
“And we made a big road and raced the cars!” Tama-chan told his mother on their way home that afternoon. “I thought mine was pretty fast, but MAN! Taipi’s one was even faster! And they said we’re going to be pirates tomorrow and go on a treasure hunt and everything!”
Tamamori-san just smiled.
.oO@Oo.
“Tama-chan~!”
Tama-chan looked up to see Miyacchi running over to where he was making a sand castle. The other boy was running at full speed, so knowing what was about to happen, he scooted over to the side just as Miyacchi tripped over the sandbox ledge and straight into Tama-chan’s castle. Tama-chan just sighed.
Miyacchi looked up at him and smiled sheepishly. “Gomen, ne Tama-chan.”
Tama-chan just shrugged. It wasn’t the first time this had happened and it was most definitely not the last. As Miyacchi brushed himself off, goofy smile still on his face, Tama-chan wondered why he let Miyacchi do things like destroy his sand castles or had the last bite of his cookie.
Miyacchi just smiled even brighter. “Because you like me best, ne?”
.oO@Oo.
When Tama-chan came to school one day, he looked around to see everyone huddled in the center of the room. He approached the huddle of whispers and Kenpi scooted over so that he could join in. After a collective “Good morning!” they all turned their attention back to Mikkun.
“I over heard sensei talking to ‘kaa-chan about a new toy!” Mikkun said excitedly.
Taipi smiled widely. “What kind of toy?”
Mikkun looked around, drawing them closer. “I don’t know, but she was asking ‘kaa-chan if it was ok, so it must be big!”
It turned out that they didn’t have to wait too long to find out. After lunch that day, their teacher brought them to the large open space at the heart of the school’s building. They knew that they weren’t supposed to know about a new toy or anything, but not one of them could keep the excited smiles off of their faces.
“Skates,” Tama-chan breathed, when they got close enough to see.
To be truthful, they were horrible at skating, crashing into each other and falling on their butts left and right. It was a good thing that they were nearly covered head to toe in protective gear. But practice makes… better (certainly not perfect) and by the time their mothers came to pick them up that afternoon, they could at least all skate across the room without too much flailing.
Everyday, each of the Kisumai-Gumi members couldn’t wait to get to school so that they could put those skates on again.
But, barely a week later, they all looked up in surprise to see Miyacchi walk in with his mother and their teacher. Tama-chan took a step forward to say good morning, but Miyacchi wasn’t looking at them, eyes fixated on the floor.
As their teacher explained to them that Miyacchi’s family would be moving, they understood why their friend looked so sad. The 7 of them were a team and had sworn to be best friends forever and ever! Miyacchi didn’t want to go.
When Miyacchi started to cry, Tama-chan took his hand. “Smile!” he ordered bravely, even though he wanted to cry too. “Even if you move, we’re still friends right?”
Miyacchi sniffled, nose red from crying. “…Really?”
Tama-chan nodded. “We all promised!”
Miyacchi looked over at the tiny skates lined up along the wall. “I barely even got started…”
“That’s okay! The next time we play together, I’ll teach you!”
.oO@Oo.
[A Bunch of Years Later…]
Class had yet to start as Tamamori looked out the window. ‘It’s gonna rain,’ he thought sourly, sighing. He hadn’t brought an umbrella with him to school. Crap.
He didn’t bother to look up when their homeroom teacher walked in. He half-heartedly listened as she called Kitayama’s name repeatedly to wake him up, just like she did every morning. It really was a wonder that he even made it to school on time everyday in the first place.
“Ok class. We have a new student joining us today,” she announced.
Well, that explained the desk that had appeared next to him overnight.
The classroom door opened again and Tamamori finally looked up, just in time to see a brown haired boy walk in… with a big nose and goofy smile. No way. Tamamori exchanged looks with the other former Kisumai-Gumi members.
The ‘new’ boy grinned sheepishly and Tamamori felt his heart beat quicken.
.oO@Oo.
Tamamori paused at the school building’s main entryway to frown at the falling rain. Dammit. It really had been sunny when he left home. As he was about to take a step forward, he felt something move over his head. He looked to his right to see Miyata holding up an umbrella.
“Forgot something?” he asked a little hesitantly as they stepped out into the rain.
“Something like that,” Tamamori muttered darkly. He kicked at the puddles forming in their path as if they’d disappear from sight if he glared hard enough.
They walked together in silence until they were almost at Tamamori’s house. Tamamori stopped short. “Wait. Do you live in this area now?”
Miyata just laughed. “I live in the next town over. I catch the train to school.”
“Then why…” Tamamori wasn’t sure how to finish his questions without sounding rude and unthankful, but it didn’t seem to matter because Miyata just shrugged.
“I guess it’s ‘cause you’re still my favorite person.”
Tamamori’s ears burned red.
.oO@Oo.
“Ne, ne, Tama-chan!” Miyata called from the other side of the room. He ran over to show him his prize, but tripped over someone’s bag and Tamamori suddenly found himself with a lapful of Miyata.
Tamamori sighed as Miyata grinned up at him. Some things really just never changed.
.oO@Oo.
One day well into their 2nd year of high school, Tamamori looked over to see Miyata staring at him. They were watching TV together from Tamamori’s bed, just like they did everyday until his mother came home (at which point they’d pull out the books and pretend that they’d been dutifully studying all along.). But today, Miyata just continued to stare at him, ignoring the TV altogether until, finally, Tamamori got annoyed enough to stare back. “What?”
Miyata just shook his head with a big smile. “Nothing. I was just thinking how I like spending time with Tama-chan the best.”
Tamamori’s face went bright red. “Do you have to say embarrassing things like that ALL THE TIME?”
Miyata’s smile brightened. “Yep!”
.oO@Oo.
The day Tamamori received his first love letter, he didn’t know what to do with it. When it was already 10 minutes to the time mentioned in the letter, he finally asked for help.
“If you like her, then just go for it,” had been Kitayama’s advice.
Yokoo told him to think it over carefully.
Fujigaya clapped him on the shoulder and told him not to break any hearts.
Nikaido looked at him and rolled his eyes, wondering out loud why anyone would give someone as weird as Tama-chan a love letter to begin with, while Senga sat on his desk, swinging his legs just waiting to see what the outcome was.
Tamamori looked from the letter in his hand to Miyata. His best friend’s was the advice he was waiting for and the only opinion not being volunteered. Instead, the other boy had an uncharacteristically serious look on his face and was staring intently at the letter.
“Miyacchi… what do you think?”
Miyata jumped at the questions. He sighed ad looked straight into Tamamori’s eyes. “Do you like her?”
Tamamori puffed his cheeks. “I guess I don’t really know her.”
In the end, he told the girl that while her feelings were appreciated, he didn’t feel the same.
Later that night, Miyata’s face was still void of that goofy smile. Tamamori tried to ignore it, but after dinner, once they were back in his room, he just couldn’t take it anymore.
“What is your problem? Moping all over the place today…”
Miyata attempted a weak smile. “Just a lot on my mind.”
.oO@Oo.
“So… what do you think about Miyacchi?” Fujigaya asked out of the blue a few weeks later. They were shopping and it was odd for it to be just the two of them. Hell, it was odd anytime that Miyata wasn’t there.
“What do you mean?” Miyata was his best friend. Everyone knew that.
“Well…” Fujigaya said, flicking through one of the racks of clothes. “I was just thinking that he’d been acting weird lately.”
Tamamori paused. He’d noticed it too. Miyata had been a little distant and much more quiet recently. More often than not, he’d have a serious look on his face, and although he hated to admit it, Tamamori was kind of starting to miss the goofy smile and the constant embarrassing compliments.
Fujigaya turned to look at him. “Did you notice that it started that day that girl confessed to you?”
“…Do you think he maybe liked her?”
Fujigaya’s jaw dropped a little. “Not exactly…”
He didn’t say anything after, so Tamamori thought the topic had been dropped, but later that night when they were eating dinner, Fujigaya asked, “What would you do if Miyata liked you?”
Tamamori stared. “…What?”
“You don’t think so?” Fujigaya pushed. “He’s always by your side and if he’s not, he’d talking about you…”
“We’re best friends,” he murmured, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“I think it might be more than that,” Fujigaya said more insistently. “His face lights up when he sees you and he stares at you a lot. It’s like he can’t take his eyes off you.”
When Tamamori didn’t say thing, Fujigaya puffed his cheeks. “I told them I shouldn’t be the one to tell you…”
“’Them’?”
“Kitayama and Yokoo. We’ve been trying to figure out if we should tell you or just let Miyata do it himself. And honestly... well, he’s been trying, but you’re kind of dense, so we thought we’d give you a little push.”
On his way home, Tamamori couldn’t think about anything else. Miyata liked him? He supposed that really didn’t surprise him as much as it probably should. Tamamori sighed.
.oO@Oo.
Since the time Fujigaya had talked to him about Miyata liking him, Tamamori could barely look the other boy in the eye, feeling his face go hot almost immediately.
As days passed, things were becoming more and more awkward between the two of them and the others were starting to get worried. When Miyata left to the room to carry something for the teacher, Kitayama got up from his seat, walked up to Tamamori and flicked him on the forehead.
“Ow! What was that for?!” he demanded.
“Fix it,” Kitayama fired back. “It’s getting weird for the rest of us. You guys like each other. So stop being a baby and fix it!”
Tamamori shut his mouth with a snap, pouting slightly at being scolded. It wasn’t his fault things were awkward.
No one said anything more and Kitayama returned to his seat when Miyata came back. Miyata, sensing that he’d missed something, looked towards Tamamori for an explanation.
Sighing heavily, he mouthed, “We need to talk.”
.oO@Oo.
He told Miyata to meet him at his house on Saturday and nodded in greeting when he opened the door. They walked to the nearby part in silence, even though Miyata looked like he wanted ask why Tamamori was bringing a duffel bag with them.
When they arrived at the park, Tamamori let them to a bench, sitting under a tree. They sat together silently until Miyata’s nerves got the best of him.
“You wanted to talk?”
Tamamori looked at him. He was surprised to hear the level of panic in Miyata’s voice. Deciding not to beat around the bush, he asked, “Miyacchi… do you like me?”
“Of course. You’re my best fri-“
“No. I mean, do you like me like me?”
“Yes, I do,” he answered without hesitation, even though Tamamori could see the nervous glisten forming across Miyata’s forehead.
Tamamori looked away from him and took a deep breath. “Gomen, ne Miyacchi…” he murmured, before turning back to take Miyata’s hand, ignoring the sweat as he interlacing their fingers. He offered him a small smile. “I should have realized your feelings sooner.”
Squeezing his hand before pulling free, Tamamori reached over to the duffel bag and pulled out 2 sets of skates, handing one pair to Miyata. When all Miyata did was look at him, confused, Tamamori said, “You left before you could learn fully. I promised a really long time ago that I’d teach you someday when we were together again.”
It took a moment for this to process, but then Miyata was grinning so much that his eyes disappeared. “I knew I liked you the best!” He hurriedly put the skates on while Tamamori bit back a smile of his own. He watched as Miyata trudged across the grass to test out the skates on the sidewalk, promptly falling to his knees.
When it looked as if Miyata had gotten the hang of moving forward without falling or flailing too much, Tamamori walked over to join him. Together, they skated through the park, Tamamori instructing and Miyata sometimes flailing on purpose so he could grab onto Tamamori’s sleeve.
It was starting to get dark when Miyata tugged on Tamamori’s hand. “Ne, ne, ne. You like me the best too right? Right?”
Looking to make sure that no one else was around, Tamamori leaned over to kiss his cheek. Miyata was so surprised that he immediately fell backwards on to his butt, while Tamamori just skated ahead, telling him that if he didn’t hurry, they’d be late for dinner.
THE END ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
A/N: Technically, I actually wrote this last summer one day after coming back from teaching kindergarten… but we’ll ignore that since I failed in writing a Valentine’s Day fic this year. ^^; By the way… if anyone wants to write Kisumai-Gumi adventures for me, by all means, go for it.
Anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day~!