[oneshot] - The Day Ryo Turned Into A Superhero
Title: The Day Ryo Turned Into A Superhero
Pairing: Ryo/Yasu
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Yasu's a victim, Ryo comes to his rescue.
Ryo was walking along the corridor of the agency searching for Shota. And that was when he heard the almost familiar scream followed by a very familiar sob. Ryo immediately took off running through the maze of corridors. Right, left, right again. He could hear the sobs clearly now. He turned round a corner one more time and what he saw made him stop.
Ryo saw a junior pinning Shota against the wall and groping him. Groping him! Ryo saw red. How dare he touch his Shota. He’d warned (threatened) everyone in the agency specifically not to touch Shota. But it seemed this idiot was either stupid or plain defiant. Ryo grabbed the junior’s shirt and forced him to look at him. The junior looked mutinous.
“Let go of him,” he said evenly.
The junior shook his head. Okay, so he’s an idiot then, Ryo surmised. He could hear Shota whimpering like an injured puppy. He clicked his tongue. The junior had gone too far.
“Close your eyes and plug your ears, Shota.”
He made sure Shota followed his instructions before he dragged the junior around a corner. Ryo slammed the junior against the wall, still holding on to his shirt. The idiot looked scared now. Ryo smirked and pulled his elbow back. His first punch met the junior’s nose with a loud crunch. Blood started streaming out. Ryo smirked again. His second punch landed on the junior’s stomach. He doubled over. He pulled the junior by his hair and made him look at Ryo.
“Stay away from Shota from now on. Step within a hundred feet from him and you’re dead, get it.”
The junior nodded. Ryo released him and he fell to the floor, groaning in pain.
When he walked back to Shota, the younger guy was running towards him with concerned eyes.
“Ryo-chan, are you all right?”
Shota took hold of his hand and brought it up.
“You’re hurt! Come on, I’ll fix it up for you.”
Ryo didn’t tell him that it wasn’t his blood that was on his fist.
Shota brought Ryo to their dressing room. Ryo looked down on the Shota’s head as the little guy took care of his wound tenderly. It seemed that he’d bruised his knuckles after all.
“Thank you.”
The little guy looked at him and smiled brightly.
“Anything for you, Ryo-chan. You're my hero, you know that?”
Shota settled against his chest. Ryo stroked his head with his excessively-bandage right hand and smiled. He leaned back against the couch and closed eyes. He was content.
And that was how the rest of Eito found them half-an hour later.
“Whoa,” all of them exclaimed simultaneously.
The noise woke Ryo up. He blushed when he saw Eito standing at the doorway, embarrassed that he’d been caught with his guard down.
“What the hell are you guys starin’ at?”
Eito’s raucous laughter woke up Shota.
Ryo gritted his teeth as he stood up. He was going to kill them.
Pairing: Ryo/Yasu
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Yasu's a victim, Ryo comes to his rescue.
Ryo was walking along the corridor of the agency searching for Shota. And that was when he heard the almost familiar scream followed by a very familiar sob. Ryo immediately took off running through the maze of corridors. Right, left, right again. He could hear the sobs clearly now. He turned round a corner one more time and what he saw made him stop.
Ryo saw a junior pinning Shota against the wall and groping him. Groping him! Ryo saw red. How dare he touch his Shota. He’d warned (threatened) everyone in the agency specifically not to touch Shota. But it seemed this idiot was either stupid or plain defiant. Ryo grabbed the junior’s shirt and forced him to look at him. The junior looked mutinous.
“Let go of him,” he said evenly.
The junior shook his head. Okay, so he’s an idiot then, Ryo surmised. He could hear Shota whimpering like an injured puppy. He clicked his tongue. The junior had gone too far.
“Close your eyes and plug your ears, Shota.”
He made sure Shota followed his instructions before he dragged the junior around a corner. Ryo slammed the junior against the wall, still holding on to his shirt. The idiot looked scared now. Ryo smirked and pulled his elbow back. His first punch met the junior’s nose with a loud crunch. Blood started streaming out. Ryo smirked again. His second punch landed on the junior’s stomach. He doubled over. He pulled the junior by his hair and made him look at Ryo.
“Stay away from Shota from now on. Step within a hundred feet from him and you’re dead, get it.”
The junior nodded. Ryo released him and he fell to the floor, groaning in pain.
When he walked back to Shota, the younger guy was running towards him with concerned eyes.
“Ryo-chan, are you all right?”
Shota took hold of his hand and brought it up.
“You’re hurt! Come on, I’ll fix it up for you.”
Ryo didn’t tell him that it wasn’t his blood that was on his fist.
Shota brought Ryo to their dressing room. Ryo looked down on the Shota’s head as the little guy took care of his wound tenderly. It seemed that he’d bruised his knuckles after all.
“Thank you.”
The little guy looked at him and smiled brightly.
“Anything for you, Ryo-chan. You're my hero, you know that?”
Shota settled against his chest. Ryo stroked his head with his excessively-bandage right hand and smiled. He leaned back against the couch and closed eyes. He was content.
And that was how the rest of Eito found them half-an hour later.
“Whoa,” all of them exclaimed simultaneously.
The noise woke Ryo up. He blushed when he saw Eito standing at the doorway, embarrassed that he’d been caught with his guard down.
“What the hell are you guys starin’ at?”
Eito’s raucous laughter woke up Shota.
Ryo gritted his teeth as he stood up. He was going to kill them.