232.
Title: When Size Does Matter
Pairing/Characters: Massu/Shige
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (ish, mild sexual implications)
Prompt: #232 - Massu shrinks to the size of a mouse.
Summary: Never take candy from strangers, and never drink from strange bottles left in the jimusho. Massu’d always known the first lesson, but he learns the second one the hard way.
A/N: Writing this made me really wish I could draw, because the idea of mouse!Massu is just too fucking cute. Enjoy!
In retrospect, Massu should have known better. A bottle just sitting around the jimusho labeled 'Drink Me' was probably something that he should have left alone. Still, he'd been in a room practicing after everyone else had gone home and the idea of having anything to drink at that point was enough to overrule his common sense.
Now, staring up at the counter as it loomed above him, there were very few things that immediately came to mind, and what did come to mind were mostly unhelpful and uncharacteristic curse words.
Letting out a sigh, he decided that his first priority was clothes, because unlike in a fantasy film, his clothes hadn't shrunk with him and he was currently about four inches tall and very very cold and very very naked.
The cold part wasn't too bad just yet when he'd just spent a few hours practicing his new dance moves and had been sweaty and thirsty - the latter being what had put him in this position to begin with.
At a loss for what to do about clothes when he couldn't exactly wield scissors, nor did he have a needle and thread in order to sew the fabric back into anything wearable once he'd cut it up, Massu huddled under his pile of clothes and worried for a few minutes - even as he additionally worried about someone coming in and accidentally stepping on him.
After several minutes of useless and utterly unproductive worrying, Massu came to the conclusion that just sitting here wasn’t going to do him any good at all, even if trying to go somewhere might get him stepped on and end his life (and his career).
Wriggling out from under his pile of clothes and taking a look around the room, the sight of a box of Kleenex sitting on one of the counters sparked an idea… if only he could get up there, he could make a mini toga or something. The Kleenex would be easy to rip without scissors.
Scrabbling in an attempt to climb up onto the couch, Massu huffed softly when all his attempts got him was mild fabric burn in places that he really didn’t need to think about getting fabric burn in. This was always so much easier in the movies when anything you needed was just always laying around.
“Massu?”
Startled by the sound of Shige’s voice, Massu scrambled across the room and back under his pile of clothes. If Shige saw him like this, well… naked, he’d probably pass out or die of shock and that would be even more unhelpful. He just hoped that the other man looked where he was walking and didn’t step on his pile of clothes.
“… Massu? You in here?”
Torn between staying silent and hiding or showing himself and possibly freaking Shige out, Massu stayed silent for a moment longer, peeking out from under a fold of fabric to see Shige looking around the supposedly empty room in confusion. Biting his lower lip, Massu let out a soft sigh before clearing his throat and deciding that he didn’t really have any other choice right now, when just staying here and hiding wouldn’t help him at all.
“Shige.”
Turning at the soft and high-pitched sound of what he’d thought was his name, Shige frowned in confusion when he saw nothing.
“Down here!”
At the soft and squeaky words, Shige spun in a circle, looking at the floor and frowning, swearing that he’d heard someone speaking. Spotting the crumpled pile of Massu’s work out clothes, he blushed a little, trying not to think about the other man wandering around in a towel (or worse, thinking about him naked). He’d been crushing on his friend for a while now, but wasn’t willing to risk ruining their friendship or their group by saying anything to the other man.
Frown deepening when he still didn’t see anything at first though, Shige let out a startled noise and flailed backwards when the pile of clothing moved. Shrieking a little, thinking it was a mouse or worse, a rat, Shige fell back on his ass and stared wide-eyed when what looked like Massu - except only four inches tall - was standing huddled under the fabric.
“Wha…”
Eyes rolling back, Shige no longer thought anything as he passed out, melting onto the cold floor.
“… dammit!”
Not usually prone to swearing, Massu found himself thinking even dirtier words to himself in frustration as he clambered out from under his pile of clothes - after taking a moment and wrapping one of his socks around him in a lumpy attempt at modesty.
Struggling to climb up onto Shige’s chest without dropping his impromptu outfit, Massu pouted down at his friend, unable to slap him back into consciousness when his hands were about the size of a pea. Stomping one small foot ineffectively on Shige’s chest, Massu sighed and sat down, resigned to waiting until the other man woke up.
=)(=)(=)(=
“This makes no sense at all.”
“You think I don’t get that?” Massu grumbled, pacing on the countertop in his newly made Kleenex-toga. “Something that tasted like cherries shouldn’t make someone shrink to the size of a doll.”
Shige couldn’t stop staring. Watching Massu as he walked back and forth across the counter was so surreal that it had him reaching out with one finger to touch Massu’s arm, giggling a little bit unintentionally when his friend jumped away from the light touch in surprise.
“Oh sure, it’s funny to you,” Massu said, pouting as he batted Shige’s inquisitive finger away with his hand. “You’re not the one who’s four inches tall and sounds like a mouse squeaking when they talk. How am I supposed to sing? How am I supposed to perform?!”
Feeling a little bit guilty when it was obvious that Massu was genuinely distressed over this - and to be honest, who wouldn’t be? - Shige bit his bottom lip, unsure of what to do. He couldn’t make Massu big again when he had no idea what had made him small, and even if he did know what had made him small, well, he wasn’t a wizard or even a scientist, which meant his odds of knowing what to do even then decreased even more.
“What are we going to do?” he finally asked, voice soft and full of the worry that he was suddenly feeling. NEWS had been through a lot this year, and it definitely couldn’t survive the blow of losing Massu as well, which meant they had to find a way to make him big again.
“I have no idea at all,” Massu said with a soft sigh, sitting down on the edge of the counter and adjusting the delicate tissue of his ‘clothing’ carefully so that it didn’t rip. “Maybe it’ll go away on it’s own?” he added hopefully, looking up at Shige.
Even at this size, Massu’s expression was kind of potent and Shige had to look away. He wanted to be able to lie to his friend, to tell him absolutely that he believed it would go away on it’s own, but the truth was that he still had no idea what had even happened to Massu. This meant he couldn’t say with any certainty that it would go away without any sort of intervention.
Not an idiot, Massu knew exactly what Shige’s silence meant, and he let out a soft sigh, staring down at his hands and the Kleenex that he was wearing around his body. The whole thing was so patently ridiculous that he didn’t think it had quite sunk in yet.
“Massu…”
Lifting his head at the soft sound of Shige’s voice, Massu honestly wasn’t surprised to see how worried his friend looked. He felt like he had gotten his melancholy all over the other man now, and felt a little bad for it, even if it really wasn’t entirely his fault. This wasn’t the first time that he’d drank from a bottle that wasn’t his own, but it was definitely the first time that something so drastic had happened because of it.
“Maybe you should come home with me,” Shige continued after a moment of silence. “I could drop you off at your place… but there isn’t much you’ll be able to do on your own in this state, and who knows… maybe we’ll be able to find away to reverse it?”
Shige didn’t sound all that optimistic about the ‘reversing it’ part, but Massu couldn’t really blame him. Something like this, it was like magic, and how did you reverse magic when you didn’t even know it had really existed in the first place? Still, his friend did have a valid point. It would be foolish and dangerous for him to go home alone right now when he couldn’t cook for himself, and even the smallest fall off a counter or chair could be fatal.
It was hard to meet Shige’s gaze just then, because he felt like he’d see nothing but pity there, and that was definitely the last thing he wanted was for Shige to pity him. Maybe because they’d already been through so much together this year, or maybe because his feelings for the other man for a while now had been a lot more than just friendly, he was sure. All Massu knew was that he didn’t want to look into soft brown eyes and see pity or resignation.
“Yeah… that’s probably the best idea,” Massu said after a moment, pulling himself from his inner thoughts. This definitely wasn’t how he’d ever imagined going home with Shige, and that thought made a faint smile quirk his lips upward, though it wasn’t really a humorous smile.
Shige searched his gaze, expression more intent than Massu had ever seen him before, and it made him pause and fall silent, unable to look away from Shige like he was being held captive merely by his friend’s eyes.
“Then lets go home…”
=)(=)(=)(=
“Will you stop doing that?” Massu grumbled, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen table next to Shige’s plate, eating a grain of rice at a time as well as picking at a chunk of curry sauce covered beef.
Blinking in confusion, spoon pausing halfway to his mouth, Shige looked utterly confused at Massu’s seemingly out of the blue words. As soon as they’d gotten to Shige’s place, he’d rummaged around to find something Massu a little sturdier to wear than some kleenexes. In the end he’d managed to make an impromptu outfit out of some scraps of an old t-shirt, creating a tiny dress-like piece of clothing with a second strip of fabric for a belt.
The outfit and the way Massu was sitting on the table, munching grains of rice, curry sauce staining the corners of his mouth, had Shige unable to look away. It was like having a strange and ridiculously adorable pet, and while he felt stupid for even thinking of Massu as a pet, a tiny part of him almost wished that the other man would stay like this just for a little while so that he could keep him.
“Stop doing what?” he finally asked, swallowing his mouthful of food and setting his still full spoon back down on his plate. Unable to think of anything he might have done that would have annoyed the other man, he was completely at a loss and feeling utterly bewildered.
The pout that graced Massu’s features at his words almost had him giggling - as well as fighting the urge to reach out and pick the tiny man up and cuddle him close. Something about a miniscule Massu made him feel like the other man was his pet or something, and even if he was only admitting it to himself, he had to admit that it was a really tempting thought… keeping Massu as a pet. Having him around all the time.
“Stop looking at me like I’m a hamster you want to buy from a pet store,” Massu said, still glaring at him, though the expression wasn’t in the least bit intimidating at that scale - not that Massu’s glares tended to be intimidating ever.
“I was thinking… more like a mouse,” Shige admitted with a soft laugh. “You’d be cute with a tail.”
Rolling his eyes at Shige’s ridiculousness, ire fading in the face of such a strange conversation, Massu finished his handful of food and reached for the corner of the massive napkin to wipe his mouth. For some reason he felt exhausted, like his whole body was heavy. Maybe he really was turning into a mouse, food causing him to want to sleep.
He flinched a little when Shige’s hand was suddenly gently around him, lifting him from the table, but he couldn’t fight the need to sleep any longer, and he felt the darkness melt around him.
When he woke, the ground felt soft beneath him, and upon rolling over and stretching a little to wake himself up, Massu realized he was in bed, and face to face with Shige - and even better, he was normal sized.
Jumping out of bed excitedly, he let out a startled squawk when he immediately realized that he was naked, the makeshift outfit he’d been wearing having presumably ripped and become lost in the bed sheets when he’d reverted to his normal size. Grabbing for the comforter just as Shige opened his eyes and looked blearily in his direction, Massu felt like his face was as red as his hair right now, yet he couldn’t seem to do anything other than stand there, holding the blanket in front of his body like a shield.
“… you going to just stand there, or are you going to come back to bed?” Shige asked after a moment, voice husky with sleep.
Sure he was hearing things (maybe an after affect of whatever it was that he’d drank), Massu continued to stare at Shige for what felt like forever but what was probably only about twenty seconds.
“It’s just that I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get you here for ages,” Shige added when the silence stretched on, his own cheeks turning a matching shade of red. “And now that you’re not in danger of me rolling over and crushing you in my sleep seems as good a time as any to try.”
Mouth moving silently, no words coming to rest on his tongue as he stared in disbelief at Shige, Massu just continued to stare, wondering if he was still dreaming and if this was all just in his head, much like many of his other fantasies about his friend had been.
“You’re beginning to make me feel self conscious,” Shige said softly, sitting up slowly and running an absent hand through sleep-mussed hair.
“Just trying to figure out if I’ve gone insane,” Massu managed to get out after a few more seconds of silence, voice surprisingly stable considering he was now hard as a rock beneath the comforter, imagining dropping it and throwing himself at the other man, even if that probably hadn’t been what Shige was intimating with his invitation to bed.
“Not insane. Well, no crazier than you being mouse sized last night was, anyway,” Shige said with a laugh, even as he held a hand out to Massu invitingly, expression soft and hopeful. “Last night I’d been thinking I would have liked to keep you that size… how much of adorable pet you ‘d make… but now… I think I’d much rather have you full size, that way I can hold you without worry.”
Unable to resist Shige when he was being so stupidly charming and telling him all the things he’d longed to hear, Massu climbed back onto the bed, hand in Shige’s as he leaned in for a soft kiss.
As their lips met, he thought that if he ever found out who had left that stupid bottle in the change room, he was definitely going to thank them.
Pairing/Characters: Massu/Shige
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (ish, mild sexual implications)
Prompt: #232 - Massu shrinks to the size of a mouse.
Summary: Never take candy from strangers, and never drink from strange bottles left in the jimusho. Massu’d always known the first lesson, but he learns the second one the hard way.
A/N: Writing this made me really wish I could draw, because the idea of mouse!Massu is just too fucking cute. Enjoy!
In retrospect, Massu should have known better. A bottle just sitting around the jimusho labeled 'Drink Me' was probably something that he should have left alone. Still, he'd been in a room practicing after everyone else had gone home and the idea of having anything to drink at that point was enough to overrule his common sense.
Now, staring up at the counter as it loomed above him, there were very few things that immediately came to mind, and what did come to mind were mostly unhelpful and uncharacteristic curse words.
Letting out a sigh, he decided that his first priority was clothes, because unlike in a fantasy film, his clothes hadn't shrunk with him and he was currently about four inches tall and very very cold and very very naked.
The cold part wasn't too bad just yet when he'd just spent a few hours practicing his new dance moves and had been sweaty and thirsty - the latter being what had put him in this position to begin with.
At a loss for what to do about clothes when he couldn't exactly wield scissors, nor did he have a needle and thread in order to sew the fabric back into anything wearable once he'd cut it up, Massu huddled under his pile of clothes and worried for a few minutes - even as he additionally worried about someone coming in and accidentally stepping on him.
After several minutes of useless and utterly unproductive worrying, Massu came to the conclusion that just sitting here wasn’t going to do him any good at all, even if trying to go somewhere might get him stepped on and end his life (and his career).
Wriggling out from under his pile of clothes and taking a look around the room, the sight of a box of Kleenex sitting on one of the counters sparked an idea… if only he could get up there, he could make a mini toga or something. The Kleenex would be easy to rip without scissors.
Scrabbling in an attempt to climb up onto the couch, Massu huffed softly when all his attempts got him was mild fabric burn in places that he really didn’t need to think about getting fabric burn in. This was always so much easier in the movies when anything you needed was just always laying around.
“Massu?”
Startled by the sound of Shige’s voice, Massu scrambled across the room and back under his pile of clothes. If Shige saw him like this, well… naked, he’d probably pass out or die of shock and that would be even more unhelpful. He just hoped that the other man looked where he was walking and didn’t step on his pile of clothes.
“… Massu? You in here?”
Torn between staying silent and hiding or showing himself and possibly freaking Shige out, Massu stayed silent for a moment longer, peeking out from under a fold of fabric to see Shige looking around the supposedly empty room in confusion. Biting his lower lip, Massu let out a soft sigh before clearing his throat and deciding that he didn’t really have any other choice right now, when just staying here and hiding wouldn’t help him at all.
“Shige.”
Turning at the soft and high-pitched sound of what he’d thought was his name, Shige frowned in confusion when he saw nothing.
“Down here!”
At the soft and squeaky words, Shige spun in a circle, looking at the floor and frowning, swearing that he’d heard someone speaking. Spotting the crumpled pile of Massu’s work out clothes, he blushed a little, trying not to think about the other man wandering around in a towel (or worse, thinking about him naked). He’d been crushing on his friend for a while now, but wasn’t willing to risk ruining their friendship or their group by saying anything to the other man.
Frown deepening when he still didn’t see anything at first though, Shige let out a startled noise and flailed backwards when the pile of clothing moved. Shrieking a little, thinking it was a mouse or worse, a rat, Shige fell back on his ass and stared wide-eyed when what looked like Massu - except only four inches tall - was standing huddled under the fabric.
“Wha…”
Eyes rolling back, Shige no longer thought anything as he passed out, melting onto the cold floor.
“… dammit!”
Not usually prone to swearing, Massu found himself thinking even dirtier words to himself in frustration as he clambered out from under his pile of clothes - after taking a moment and wrapping one of his socks around him in a lumpy attempt at modesty.
Struggling to climb up onto Shige’s chest without dropping his impromptu outfit, Massu pouted down at his friend, unable to slap him back into consciousness when his hands were about the size of a pea. Stomping one small foot ineffectively on Shige’s chest, Massu sighed and sat down, resigned to waiting until the other man woke up.
=)(=)(=)(=
“This makes no sense at all.”
“You think I don’t get that?” Massu grumbled, pacing on the countertop in his newly made Kleenex-toga. “Something that tasted like cherries shouldn’t make someone shrink to the size of a doll.”
Shige couldn’t stop staring. Watching Massu as he walked back and forth across the counter was so surreal that it had him reaching out with one finger to touch Massu’s arm, giggling a little bit unintentionally when his friend jumped away from the light touch in surprise.
“Oh sure, it’s funny to you,” Massu said, pouting as he batted Shige’s inquisitive finger away with his hand. “You’re not the one who’s four inches tall and sounds like a mouse squeaking when they talk. How am I supposed to sing? How am I supposed to perform?!”
Feeling a little bit guilty when it was obvious that Massu was genuinely distressed over this - and to be honest, who wouldn’t be? - Shige bit his bottom lip, unsure of what to do. He couldn’t make Massu big again when he had no idea what had made him small, and even if he did know what had made him small, well, he wasn’t a wizard or even a scientist, which meant his odds of knowing what to do even then decreased even more.
“What are we going to do?” he finally asked, voice soft and full of the worry that he was suddenly feeling. NEWS had been through a lot this year, and it definitely couldn’t survive the blow of losing Massu as well, which meant they had to find a way to make him big again.
“I have no idea at all,” Massu said with a soft sigh, sitting down on the edge of the counter and adjusting the delicate tissue of his ‘clothing’ carefully so that it didn’t rip. “Maybe it’ll go away on it’s own?” he added hopefully, looking up at Shige.
Even at this size, Massu’s expression was kind of potent and Shige had to look away. He wanted to be able to lie to his friend, to tell him absolutely that he believed it would go away on it’s own, but the truth was that he still had no idea what had even happened to Massu. This meant he couldn’t say with any certainty that it would go away without any sort of intervention.
Not an idiot, Massu knew exactly what Shige’s silence meant, and he let out a soft sigh, staring down at his hands and the Kleenex that he was wearing around his body. The whole thing was so patently ridiculous that he didn’t think it had quite sunk in yet.
“Massu…”
Lifting his head at the soft sound of Shige’s voice, Massu honestly wasn’t surprised to see how worried his friend looked. He felt like he had gotten his melancholy all over the other man now, and felt a little bad for it, even if it really wasn’t entirely his fault. This wasn’t the first time that he’d drank from a bottle that wasn’t his own, but it was definitely the first time that something so drastic had happened because of it.
“Maybe you should come home with me,” Shige continued after a moment of silence. “I could drop you off at your place… but there isn’t much you’ll be able to do on your own in this state, and who knows… maybe we’ll be able to find away to reverse it?”
Shige didn’t sound all that optimistic about the ‘reversing it’ part, but Massu couldn’t really blame him. Something like this, it was like magic, and how did you reverse magic when you didn’t even know it had really existed in the first place? Still, his friend did have a valid point. It would be foolish and dangerous for him to go home alone right now when he couldn’t cook for himself, and even the smallest fall off a counter or chair could be fatal.
It was hard to meet Shige’s gaze just then, because he felt like he’d see nothing but pity there, and that was definitely the last thing he wanted was for Shige to pity him. Maybe because they’d already been through so much together this year, or maybe because his feelings for the other man for a while now had been a lot more than just friendly, he was sure. All Massu knew was that he didn’t want to look into soft brown eyes and see pity or resignation.
“Yeah… that’s probably the best idea,” Massu said after a moment, pulling himself from his inner thoughts. This definitely wasn’t how he’d ever imagined going home with Shige, and that thought made a faint smile quirk his lips upward, though it wasn’t really a humorous smile.
Shige searched his gaze, expression more intent than Massu had ever seen him before, and it made him pause and fall silent, unable to look away from Shige like he was being held captive merely by his friend’s eyes.
“Then lets go home…”
=)(=)(=)(=
“Will you stop doing that?” Massu grumbled, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen table next to Shige’s plate, eating a grain of rice at a time as well as picking at a chunk of curry sauce covered beef.
Blinking in confusion, spoon pausing halfway to his mouth, Shige looked utterly confused at Massu’s seemingly out of the blue words. As soon as they’d gotten to Shige’s place, he’d rummaged around to find something Massu a little sturdier to wear than some kleenexes. In the end he’d managed to make an impromptu outfit out of some scraps of an old t-shirt, creating a tiny dress-like piece of clothing with a second strip of fabric for a belt.
The outfit and the way Massu was sitting on the table, munching grains of rice, curry sauce staining the corners of his mouth, had Shige unable to look away. It was like having a strange and ridiculously adorable pet, and while he felt stupid for even thinking of Massu as a pet, a tiny part of him almost wished that the other man would stay like this just for a little while so that he could keep him.
“Stop doing what?” he finally asked, swallowing his mouthful of food and setting his still full spoon back down on his plate. Unable to think of anything he might have done that would have annoyed the other man, he was completely at a loss and feeling utterly bewildered.
The pout that graced Massu’s features at his words almost had him giggling - as well as fighting the urge to reach out and pick the tiny man up and cuddle him close. Something about a miniscule Massu made him feel like the other man was his pet or something, and even if he was only admitting it to himself, he had to admit that it was a really tempting thought… keeping Massu as a pet. Having him around all the time.
“Stop looking at me like I’m a hamster you want to buy from a pet store,” Massu said, still glaring at him, though the expression wasn’t in the least bit intimidating at that scale - not that Massu’s glares tended to be intimidating ever.
“I was thinking… more like a mouse,” Shige admitted with a soft laugh. “You’d be cute with a tail.”
Rolling his eyes at Shige’s ridiculousness, ire fading in the face of such a strange conversation, Massu finished his handful of food and reached for the corner of the massive napkin to wipe his mouth. For some reason he felt exhausted, like his whole body was heavy. Maybe he really was turning into a mouse, food causing him to want to sleep.
He flinched a little when Shige’s hand was suddenly gently around him, lifting him from the table, but he couldn’t fight the need to sleep any longer, and he felt the darkness melt around him.
When he woke, the ground felt soft beneath him, and upon rolling over and stretching a little to wake himself up, Massu realized he was in bed, and face to face with Shige - and even better, he was normal sized.
Jumping out of bed excitedly, he let out a startled squawk when he immediately realized that he was naked, the makeshift outfit he’d been wearing having presumably ripped and become lost in the bed sheets when he’d reverted to his normal size. Grabbing for the comforter just as Shige opened his eyes and looked blearily in his direction, Massu felt like his face was as red as his hair right now, yet he couldn’t seem to do anything other than stand there, holding the blanket in front of his body like a shield.
“… you going to just stand there, or are you going to come back to bed?” Shige asked after a moment, voice husky with sleep.
Sure he was hearing things (maybe an after affect of whatever it was that he’d drank), Massu continued to stare at Shige for what felt like forever but what was probably only about twenty seconds.
“It’s just that I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get you here for ages,” Shige added when the silence stretched on, his own cheeks turning a matching shade of red. “And now that you’re not in danger of me rolling over and crushing you in my sleep seems as good a time as any to try.”
Mouth moving silently, no words coming to rest on his tongue as he stared in disbelief at Shige, Massu just continued to stare, wondering if he was still dreaming and if this was all just in his head, much like many of his other fantasies about his friend had been.
“You’re beginning to make me feel self conscious,” Shige said softly, sitting up slowly and running an absent hand through sleep-mussed hair.
“Just trying to figure out if I’ve gone insane,” Massu managed to get out after a few more seconds of silence, voice surprisingly stable considering he was now hard as a rock beneath the comforter, imagining dropping it and throwing himself at the other man, even if that probably hadn’t been what Shige was intimating with his invitation to bed.
“Not insane. Well, no crazier than you being mouse sized last night was, anyway,” Shige said with a laugh, even as he held a hand out to Massu invitingly, expression soft and hopeful. “Last night I’d been thinking I would have liked to keep you that size… how much of adorable pet you ‘d make… but now… I think I’d much rather have you full size, that way I can hold you without worry.”
Unable to resist Shige when he was being so stupidly charming and telling him all the things he’d longed to hear, Massu climbed back onto the bed, hand in Shige’s as he leaned in for a soft kiss.
As their lips met, he thought that if he ever found out who had left that stupid bottle in the change room, he was definitely going to thank them.