[Fic] Hanabi (1/?)
A/N: Because I've always wanted to write something based on the song that propelled me into the 3JSB world.
Summary: Between the co-leaders of Sandaime J Soul Brothers, the fireworks will never cease.
Pairing: Naoto/Naoki (implied)
Rating: G
Chapter 1
Naoki-kun, free to hang out now? Usual place.
Ok. I'll be there.
Always complying to his selfish requests. Always no questions asked.
He finds him already at the playground, a lone figure swinging slowly on the swings, long legs firmly on the ground. One of their favourite hangout spots, the location is excellent for viewing fireworks during Natsumatsuri if one desires to escape the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
He likes this place.
So does Naoki.
Said man is in deep thought and not paying attention to his surroundings. Shaking his head, he creeps up to him and presses a cold can of coffee to his cheek, startling the taller man out of his reverie.
“It’s rare for you to be this distracted,” Naoto chuckles, plopping himself on the empty swing. He pops his can open with a hiss, takes a long swig, turns his gaze upon the sky. Against the sea of black, the stars wink in and out of existence. Naoki would be able to paint the sky with poetry - he has always been better with penning beautiful and deep proses, compared to Naoto's nonsensical descriptions peppered with the occasional sarcasm.
He thinks he spots Orion, but he isn't sure. Astronomy has never been his forte after all. He'll ask Naoki later.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
Rocking slowly, Naoki cups his can. Time stretches for a while before he answers.
“I’m thinking about Exile. About Sandaime J Soul Brothers.” He pauses. The next words come out a whisper. “About us.”
The huge round glasses hide half his face. “About how vast the universe is. The things to see, the places to explore.”
Suddenly embarrassed, Naoki's eyes flick away. He opens his can and drinks. The streetlight accentuates the lines on Naoki’s neck and arms. Everytime Naoto's gaze finds his form, his mind immediately stands still, recording and capturing the image. His dark hair - the way the light falls onto the strands, tainting them a shade lighter. His lines - beautiful, perfect, a renowned artist’s masterpiece.
Naoto swallows, throat suddenly dry.
“Nothing new then,” he jokes, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “I’m certain Hiro-san will give us the chance to go on a world tour one day.”
“Naoto-san…”
“But, there’s something I must say. We’ve always been there for each other, Naoki,” Naoto huffs. He downs the rest of his drink, crushes the can. “Don’t you dare think this is all a mistake. We are the NaoNao Combi, who can make things happen. Hiro trusts us, and we will not betray his trust.
“Just know that Exile needs you. Sandaime J Soul Brothers needs you.”
He squares his jaw and locks eyes with his co-leader. With unwavering certainty, he says, “I need you.”
The slow tentative smile that Naoki sends him is nothing short of amazing and Naoto irrationally wishes to cup his face with his hands so that no one else gets to see that smile. The world, however, has already seen his wonderful smile, rare and precious as gems.
He wants to patent that smile. He knows he's being selfish, wilful even, but he can't help it. He wants to be territorial, to brand his mark over him as intimately as soulmates.
Only Naoto can appreciate him for who he is, what he is.
Heart thumping so loudly against his ribs that no chest pop can reproduce, he finds himself blushing in response, and thinks to himself, yes, he needs Naoki, this man is irrevocably his, and he would not trade him for anyone else.
Summary: Between the co-leaders of Sandaime J Soul Brothers, the fireworks will never cease.
Pairing: Naoto/Naoki (implied)
Rating: G
Chapter 1
Naoki-kun, free to hang out now? Usual place.
Ok. I'll be there.
Always complying to his selfish requests. Always no questions asked.
He finds him already at the playground, a lone figure swinging slowly on the swings, long legs firmly on the ground. One of their favourite hangout spots, the location is excellent for viewing fireworks during Natsumatsuri if one desires to escape the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
He likes this place.
So does Naoki.
Said man is in deep thought and not paying attention to his surroundings. Shaking his head, he creeps up to him and presses a cold can of coffee to his cheek, startling the taller man out of his reverie.
“It’s rare for you to be this distracted,” Naoto chuckles, plopping himself on the empty swing. He pops his can open with a hiss, takes a long swig, turns his gaze upon the sky. Against the sea of black, the stars wink in and out of existence. Naoki would be able to paint the sky with poetry - he has always been better with penning beautiful and deep proses, compared to Naoto's nonsensical descriptions peppered with the occasional sarcasm.
He thinks he spots Orion, but he isn't sure. Astronomy has never been his forte after all. He'll ask Naoki later.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
Rocking slowly, Naoki cups his can. Time stretches for a while before he answers.
“I’m thinking about Exile. About Sandaime J Soul Brothers.” He pauses. The next words come out a whisper. “About us.”
The huge round glasses hide half his face. “About how vast the universe is. The things to see, the places to explore.”
Suddenly embarrassed, Naoki's eyes flick away. He opens his can and drinks. The streetlight accentuates the lines on Naoki’s neck and arms. Everytime Naoto's gaze finds his form, his mind immediately stands still, recording and capturing the image. His dark hair - the way the light falls onto the strands, tainting them a shade lighter. His lines - beautiful, perfect, a renowned artist’s masterpiece.
Naoto swallows, throat suddenly dry.
“Nothing new then,” he jokes, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “I’m certain Hiro-san will give us the chance to go on a world tour one day.”
“Naoto-san…”
“But, there’s something I must say. We’ve always been there for each other, Naoki,” Naoto huffs. He downs the rest of his drink, crushes the can. “Don’t you dare think this is all a mistake. We are the NaoNao Combi, who can make things happen. Hiro trusts us, and we will not betray his trust.
“Just know that Exile needs you. Sandaime J Soul Brothers needs you.”
He squares his jaw and locks eyes with his co-leader. With unwavering certainty, he says, “I need you.”
The slow tentative smile that Naoki sends him is nothing short of amazing and Naoto irrationally wishes to cup his face with his hands so that no one else gets to see that smile. The world, however, has already seen his wonderful smile, rare and precious as gems.
He wants to patent that smile. He knows he's being selfish, wilful even, but he can't help it. He wants to be territorial, to brand his mark over him as intimately as soulmates.
Only Naoto can appreciate him for who he is, what he is.
Heart thumping so loudly against his ribs that no chest pop can reproduce, he finds himself blushing in response, and thinks to himself, yes, he needs Naoki, this man is irrevocably his, and he would not trade him for anyone else.