[one-shot] Missing You
Title: Missing You
Type: One-shot
Word count: 1,053
Rating: G
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Summary: Shige misses Koyama.
Note: First posted in koyato. This was written very late at night in the spur of the moment, so I'm sorry if it feels a little raw.
Shige stared out of the train window, at the scenery that was constantly changing quicker than a blink of an eye. It was a bit chilly, and he shuddered a little as he zipped up his jacket. The carriage was next to empty with just a few other passengers. Only about an hour to go before he arrived back in Tokyo after a working trip out of town. It was for a magazine project in which he got to go on an all-expense-paid journey to a famous recreation spot to hunt for pictures and make a photo essay. He had a lot of fun doing it, but now he couldn't wait to get home.
He took his cell phone from his jacket pocket and glanced at it. Nothing. He furrowed his brows and pressed the speed dial. One ring. Two rings. A few rings later: "Hi there, this is Koyama Keiichiro. Un~ ...sorry but I can't reach the phone right now, but do leave a message and I'll make sure I get back to you. Promise!" Beep. Shige hesitated for a moment, and then hung up. He had left a couple of messages before, no need for another one.
He was a little irritated, if not worried. He called Koyama about three times already and always no answer. Well, okay, maybe around five times. Oh alright, if you really have to know, it was probably closer to eight, but that's just a number. The thing is, Koyama usually picks up unless he's really busy, and he almost never lets eight missed calls go unanswered. Trying to keep away bad thoughts from his head, Shige grabbed his bag and took out his laptop. Maybe looking up the pictures he had taken could take his mind off it. He mostly used his digital camera during the photo hunt and intended to perhaps practice some editing on the pictures later. But he unwittingly found himself opening not his work folders, but his private ones instead. The first folder was titled Summer Holiday with Koyama. There were nearly 60 pictures in all, mostly of the man mentioned in the title. Koyama running on the sand in the beach. Koyama splashing water at the camera's direction. Koyama at the hotel balcony. Koyama with his bed head, his eyes smaller than ever from just waking up. Shige chuckled.
It was more than a little embarrassing, but he missed Koyama. He knew it was ridiculous because he had only been away for two days and three nights, but it felt like weeks already. Only last night he talked to Koyama on the phone, the latter's voice ecstatic when telling him the fun he had during that day's Shounen Club shoot. "You're coming back tomorrow, right? I'll be waiting," Koyama had said, adding in a gentler, velvety voice, "I miss you."
How is it that he could say things like that so easily, so effortlessly, but with so much feeling and earnestness poured into it? On the contrary, Shige sometimes found it difficult to express his thoughts in speech, which is probably why he liked to write. Speaking up those thoughts would be like revealing himself, exposing a part of him he rarely allowed many people to see. True, it was only Koyama, who had known him for years and understood him better than most people, but he still found it hard to say something like that. He was not like Koyama, honest with his feelings, so open in his affections. "I miss you," the words echoed in Shige head. Hell, I miss you too, he thought. Why aren't you answering your phone?
Shige decided he couldn't concentrate on editing photos right now and shut down his laptop. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep, but he knew he wouldn't get a wink of it. The long hour finally went by and when he opened his eyes again he noticed the train had already entered Tokyo. It was beginning to slow down as it approached Tokyo Station, so he began picking up his bags. Suddenly and unexpectedly, his phone rang. His heart leaped when he saw the call was from Koyama.
"Hello, Koyama...?"
"Shige~!" somehow the annoyingly chipper voice sounded like music to his ears. "Hey listen, I'm so sorry I didn't pick up earlier. I was memorizing lines for my play and I really needed to concentrate so I put my cell on silent mode. I hope you're not worried or anything. I mean, you called like, what, nine times?"
"Eight. Nah, I was just wondering why you didn't pick up." Shige hoped his lie wasn't that obvious from his voice. "I'm almost in Tokyo Station right now, actually."
"Really? I'm right on time then!"
"What? What do you mean you're right on--"
Shige forgot what he was going to say when the train slowed to a halt at the destination. Through the glass windows he could see Koyama's slim figure standing on the platform, holding his cell phone to his ear and scanning the arriving trains. When he saw Shige a vibrant smile spread across his face and he waved, hanging up the phone. The train's automatic doors opened, and it took Shige a few seconds to recover from his surprise before he stood up and went off the train.
"What are you doing here?" he said as he approached Koyama, a smile inadvertently appearing on his own face. "I didn't say I need you to pick me up or anything, right?"
"No, I just wanted to see you right away," Koyama said, beaming. "Like I said... I missed you."
Sometimes words have strange powers to move you, to make you feel a variety of emotions. To Shige, hearing those last three words from Koyama's mouth once again was like having a tender hand touching him, enveloping him in the warmest and most intimate of embraces. "I missed you too," he said softly, spontaneously. There couldn't possibly be a response any more natural or suitable. Shige thought his face must have been bright red with embarrassment, but Koyama didn't seem to notice. In fact, the older man's smile grew wider with delight at the answer. He took one of Shige's bags with one hand and put another hand on his arm.
"Welcome home," he said.
Type: One-shot
Word count: 1,053
Rating: G
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Summary: Shige misses Koyama.
Note: First posted in koyato. This was written very late at night in the spur of the moment, so I'm sorry if it feels a little raw.
Shige stared out of the train window, at the scenery that was constantly changing quicker than a blink of an eye. It was a bit chilly, and he shuddered a little as he zipped up his jacket. The carriage was next to empty with just a few other passengers. Only about an hour to go before he arrived back in Tokyo after a working trip out of town. It was for a magazine project in which he got to go on an all-expense-paid journey to a famous recreation spot to hunt for pictures and make a photo essay. He had a lot of fun doing it, but now he couldn't wait to get home.
He took his cell phone from his jacket pocket and glanced at it. Nothing. He furrowed his brows and pressed the speed dial. One ring. Two rings. A few rings later: "Hi there, this is Koyama Keiichiro. Un~ ...sorry but I can't reach the phone right now, but do leave a message and I'll make sure I get back to you. Promise!" Beep. Shige hesitated for a moment, and then hung up. He had left a couple of messages before, no need for another one.
He was a little irritated, if not worried. He called Koyama about three times already and always no answer. Well, okay, maybe around five times. Oh alright, if you really have to know, it was probably closer to eight, but that's just a number. The thing is, Koyama usually picks up unless he's really busy, and he almost never lets eight missed calls go unanswered. Trying to keep away bad thoughts from his head, Shige grabbed his bag and took out his laptop. Maybe looking up the pictures he had taken could take his mind off it. He mostly used his digital camera during the photo hunt and intended to perhaps practice some editing on the pictures later. But he unwittingly found himself opening not his work folders, but his private ones instead. The first folder was titled Summer Holiday with Koyama. There were nearly 60 pictures in all, mostly of the man mentioned in the title. Koyama running on the sand in the beach. Koyama splashing water at the camera's direction. Koyama at the hotel balcony. Koyama with his bed head, his eyes smaller than ever from just waking up. Shige chuckled.
It was more than a little embarrassing, but he missed Koyama. He knew it was ridiculous because he had only been away for two days and three nights, but it felt like weeks already. Only last night he talked to Koyama on the phone, the latter's voice ecstatic when telling him the fun he had during that day's Shounen Club shoot. "You're coming back tomorrow, right? I'll be waiting," Koyama had said, adding in a gentler, velvety voice, "I miss you."
How is it that he could say things like that so easily, so effortlessly, but with so much feeling and earnestness poured into it? On the contrary, Shige sometimes found it difficult to express his thoughts in speech, which is probably why he liked to write. Speaking up those thoughts would be like revealing himself, exposing a part of him he rarely allowed many people to see. True, it was only Koyama, who had known him for years and understood him better than most people, but he still found it hard to say something like that. He was not like Koyama, honest with his feelings, so open in his affections. "I miss you," the words echoed in Shige head. Hell, I miss you too, he thought. Why aren't you answering your phone?
Shige decided he couldn't concentrate on editing photos right now and shut down his laptop. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep, but he knew he wouldn't get a wink of it. The long hour finally went by and when he opened his eyes again he noticed the train had already entered Tokyo. It was beginning to slow down as it approached Tokyo Station, so he began picking up his bags. Suddenly and unexpectedly, his phone rang. His heart leaped when he saw the call was from Koyama.
"Hello, Koyama...?"
"Shige~!" somehow the annoyingly chipper voice sounded like music to his ears. "Hey listen, I'm so sorry I didn't pick up earlier. I was memorizing lines for my play and I really needed to concentrate so I put my cell on silent mode. I hope you're not worried or anything. I mean, you called like, what, nine times?"
"Eight. Nah, I was just wondering why you didn't pick up." Shige hoped his lie wasn't that obvious from his voice. "I'm almost in Tokyo Station right now, actually."
"Really? I'm right on time then!"
"What? What do you mean you're right on--"
Shige forgot what he was going to say when the train slowed to a halt at the destination. Through the glass windows he could see Koyama's slim figure standing on the platform, holding his cell phone to his ear and scanning the arriving trains. When he saw Shige a vibrant smile spread across his face and he waved, hanging up the phone. The train's automatic doors opened, and it took Shige a few seconds to recover from his surprise before he stood up and went off the train.
"What are you doing here?" he said as he approached Koyama, a smile inadvertently appearing on his own face. "I didn't say I need you to pick me up or anything, right?"
"No, I just wanted to see you right away," Koyama said, beaming. "Like I said... I missed you."
Sometimes words have strange powers to move you, to make you feel a variety of emotions. To Shige, hearing those last three words from Koyama's mouth once again was like having a tender hand touching him, enveloping him in the warmest and most intimate of embraces. "I missed you too," he said softly, spontaneously. There couldn't possibly be a response any more natural or suitable. Shige thought his face must have been bright red with embarrassment, but Koyama didn't seem to notice. In fact, the older man's smile grew wider with delight at the answer. He took one of Shige's bags with one hand and put another hand on his arm.
"Welcome home," he said.