[Fanfiction] Xmax Tree Drabble?
Tamamori never really begged, but when he did, it always did its magic. Usually it was the opposite. Miyata would be coming to him to ask him for something or a favor (which Tamamori would eventually give into after giving Miyata a hard time). So when Tamamori asked Miyata to stay over that night and the next since his parents would be out of town for the weekend, he was surprised when Miyata declined. Not even his unfailing begging worked.
"Why?" Tamamori finally demanded.
Miyata was leaning against the wall next to the vending machines and shrugged. "We've been busy and it would be nice to have the weekend to myself."
"What were you planning on doing?"
"Just stuff. Probably get a bit more sleep since the holiday schedule has been crazy."
Tamamori turned to his second weapon, pouting. "You can sleep at my house. It wouldn't be the first time you crashed there." He waited for Miyata to respond, but Miyata kept his eyes focused on the bottle of water in his hands, trying to avoid eye contact. "Miyacchi?"
The other sighed and shook his head. "I just don't want to, Tama-chan. It'll be nice to spend some time alone and gather my thoughts."
Tamamori bit back what he was going to say when he noticed the tiredness on Miyata's face. "Sorry..." he mumbled and turned to head back to the practice room. He was confused. He didn't understand what was going on and he didn't know how to fix it. Miyata was supposed to be an open book, always telling him his problems and frustrations. He couldn't figure out what changed. He cared for his friend, he knew it was more than he let on, but there were reasons for that. A moment later, he heard Miyata walk in and the instructor tell them they will start to practice again.
The rest of practice was useless for Tamamori and everyone was concerned about how much he was missing a step or tripping over his feet. Enough so that he had to promise the instructor to practice on his weekend off. It's not that he didn't know the steps, he's done them a million times now, he just couldn't focus and put them in the right order. Even Miyata, who practiced until his feet fell off, was having trouble. Although not enough to be forced to come in on his day off.
After practice and a shower in the locker rooms, the last thing Tamamori expected was to see Miyata waiting for him outside like always to walk to the train station. "I'm sorry about earlier, Tama-chan."
"What changed?" Tamamori asked.
"Nothing," Miyata answered simply. "And that's the problem." Puzzled, Tamamori opened his mouth to ask why nothing changing is a problem, but Miyata beat him to it. "We haven't changed. You know I like you."
Tamamori rolled his eyes. "As you tell me every fifteen minutes."
"Tama, I'm serious. I know you know I am and you keep brushing it off like it's for promotions and fan service."
Nearby someone cleared their throat. "You might want to take this conversation somewhere else," Yokoo advised, flanked by Kitayama and Fujigaya.
Miyata and Tamamori looked around noticing the rest of their members were looking at them and as well as some of the staff. Tamamori quickly tugged Miyata's arm and lead him away from the building and toward the train station. They sat in the back of their train, the odd time of night making it mostly empty and easy for them to continue their conversation. "That's never stopped you before," Tamamori picked the conversation up. He knew what Miyata was saying was true. He never really acknowledged the other's feelings, but how could he? They were idols and the last thing he wanted to do was end up in some tabloid magazine for having a relationship with a group mate no matter what his feelings are. Kisumai is more than just them two.
Miyata smiled and nodded. "Yeah... but the weekend I spent the with you..." he trailed off and shook his head. "I don't want to put words in your mouth, Tama-chan. It would probably be best if you figure it out yourself."
Tamamori dug his hands in his jacket pockets, eyebrows furrowing, trying to remember the last time Miyata slept over. He couldn't think of anything unusual that happened. "I don't remember anything weird happening..."
"You were asleep."
"Just tell me already, Miyacchi. I want to fix this. You're the closest friend I have, the only one that really understands me and I don't want to lose that. So tell me how to fix this. Us." His cheeks were red with frustration and he couldn't look Miyata in the eyes.
Miyata took a deep breath, almost praying for his stop to hurry and get here. He didn't want to have this conversation with Tamamori. He wanted to go back being whatever relationship they had. "Did you know you talk in your sleep sometimes?" Tamamori shook his head. "I've only heard you once or twice before. You've never really said anything coherent. Mainly about food or just mumbling. The last time I was over on the first night, you said you liked me, too. You said it the next night as well." Miyata looked up to see Tamamori finally looking at him. "So, it's been tough. I don't know if that's how you really feel or not, but I don't want to hear it again unless you mean it."
Tamamori nodded. "Find. I promise you I won't say it unless I mean it."
Miyata rolled his eyes. "You sleep talk, Tama-chan. You can't normally chose what you say."
"Just trust me, okay? I promised I wouldn't. Now spend the weekend at my place." Miyata didn't respond, but after fifteen minutes passed and Miyata's stop came and went, Tamamori relaxed. "Thanks."
Miyata grinned. "As if I could keep saying no to you." He shoved him a bit with his shoulder and received one in return.
They arrived at Tamamori's house and kicked off their shoes in the entryway. Most of the house was still dark since no one was there and Miyata felt Tamamori's hand pulling him more into the darkness without turning on any lights. "Tama-chan, turn a light on, I can't see where I'm going." The pulling stopped and then he felt Tamamori turn around to face him and walk closer. "Tama-chan?" His back bumped against the wall while trying to keep some distance between them.
"I like you, Miyacchi."
"You promised--"
"I know what I promised. I like you," he repeated, his cheeks felt like they were on fire, which is why he didn't want to turn any lights on. "Now let's find something to eat."
Miyata was able to make out Tamamori's silhouette walking towards his kitchen. Slowly, what Tamamori meant sunk in and he thought his face would break in half from how big his smile was. "Thanks, Tama-chan," he whispered and then followed after him declaring he wanted ramen for dinner.
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AN: This wasn't supposed to be this long... oh well.