♥ love is a weed
...and procrastination is the mother of all spam. 8D
This was for Anon here (who ended up being spheksophobia i believe :D).
Who I want: Yamamoto Ryota/Senga Kento
What I want: Senga wants to be payed attention to.
Max Rating: Up to you! :D (perfectly G-rated ;D)
So Yamamoto Ryota, Tamamori, and Senga went to the same high school. :D Convenient! ♥ I think Butoukan was only around a couple of months before Yamamoto graduated, if that, but whatever. 8D;
"Yama-chaaan~" somebody sing-songs, as the classroom door rolls open.
Yamamoto Ryota looks up from his books, though he doesn't really have to. "Senga..." Who else? No other first-year would call him that without at least a senpai tacked on the back. Especially not in third-year territory. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Chatter has ceased in Yamamoto's classroom. It's not quite silent, but he can tell the others are listening in on the not-so-sly. Impatient, he waits for Senga to make a fool of himself.
It doesn't take too long.
"Ne, I brought you lunch~" the freshman chirps. Grinning, he navigates over to Yamamoto's table with remarkable aplomb and plops a plastic bag down atop his desk.
"I've got my own," Yamamoto tells him. "And also, that is convenience store onigiri."
"So it can't taste bad, right?" Senga grins. "I learned my lesson!"
"Right." Yamamoto almost wants to ask what lesson Senga means, but that would be humoring his bandmate. Instead, he says: "I don't need your lunch. You're not a girl, and I'm not your boyfriend."
"I've been a girl before though," Senga muses thoughtfully, "in one of the Kismai shoots -- I think it was Duet, or maybe Wink Up... And!" The dim bulb brightens. "You could always be my boyfriend if you like?"
Somewhere beyond Yamamoto's line of sight, a girl classmate coos something retarded. Another giggles in reply. Damn them all. "How about no?"
When Senga's face falls, Yamamoto feels like smacking himself in the head. (Luckily, he definitely feels like smacking Senga more. Especially when those girls start chittering their disapproval.) "Get out of here, you idiot. And take your lunch with you."
Senga looks forlornly at the bag of onigiri for a moment, then tries the large, silent puppy-eyes on his favoured high-school senpai (Tamamori excluded). Yamamoto twitches, but holds firm: "I mean it. Get out of here, alright? I'll see you at practice."
"..." Only half consoled at the notion, Senga picks himself up. But then he takes a deep breath, and just that quick he's grinning again. "Alright then, Yama-chan~ Don't be late! I'll be waiting for you!" Scooping up the onigiri, he saunters determinedly from the room.
Yamamoto's forehead meets his desk with a thud. Nobody'd better tell Yara about this or he'll never live it down.
Lunch break lasts a little longer than the five minutes it takes for Senga to lose his tenuous grip on the satisfaction of seeing Yamamoto later though. Out on the rooftop, he squints over the Tokyo horizon, a musty breeze not doing much for his sweaty form. "What should I do...?" He looks down at the onigiri he's still holding with a sense of misery. "I bought the expensive type, too..."
Sometimes, it's good to get expensive things. But between onigiri and golf balls, Senga isn't sure he's figured out the formula yet.
"Mm..." Tamamori hums absently, preoccupied. With fussy precision, he folds up a mess of stringy seaweed across the top of his bento that might have read I L♥B U to someone who cared more. "Nika-chan's meeting us at the station after, right?"
"Hm?" Senga blinks. "Yeah?"
"He'll eat them."
"..." Senga frowns. It's less of a waste than what it could be, but on the other hand Nikaido will eat almost any snacks Senga buys. "Should I try getting something else for Yama-chan tomorrow then? Like, maybe okonomiyaki? There's that stand on the corner that makes it fresh, and--" He looks over his shoulder. "Tama-chan, what do you think?"
Tamamori considers that. And also how one corner of his tofu is broken. Surgically, he clips it off with his chopsticks, chewing with thought. "But they put spring onions in it, don't they...?"
"Do they?"
"I think so."
Senga blinks. "...are spring onions bad?"
Tamamori shrugs and clips off another corner of tofu. "Well. Nika doesn't like them."
Senga protests, indignant. "This isn't for Nika-chan, you know!"
"Right," Tamamori says. Inelegantly, he points his chopsticks at the bag Senga holds. "And neither was that." There's a considerate pause before Tamamori speaks again. "...have you got any salmon ones?"
"What?" Senga blinks, before he looks down at the bag in his hands. "Salmon, huh?" Grumpy now, he plops down next to Tamamori anyway, and passes over a couple of pink-stickered onigiri. "My senpai all suck."
"Mm," Tamamori says by way of thanks. "Well. Senpai tend to do that." One way or another. He's not really looking forward to seeing how much he can screw up another practice session on skates himself, if Fujigaya's in another bad mood later.
He might, however, feel less bad about crying again if Miyata'll make it all better like last time.
1- wth, the second part totally ended up half again as long. and totally went back to kismai. *fail*
2- AND ALSO: GIRL SENGA. NOT EVEN JOKING. ♥ (from junior_star, when it was around :D)
This was for Anon here (who ended up being spheksophobia i believe :D).
Who I want: Yamamoto Ryota/Senga Kento
What I want: Senga wants to be payed attention to.
Max Rating: Up to you! :D (perfectly G-rated ;D)
So Yamamoto Ryota, Tamamori, and Senga went to the same high school. :D Convenient! ♥ I think Butoukan was only around a couple of months before Yamamoto graduated, if that, but whatever. 8D;
"Yama-chaaan~" somebody sing-songs, as the classroom door rolls open.
Yamamoto Ryota looks up from his books, though he doesn't really have to. "Senga..." Who else? No other first-year would call him that without at least a senpai tacked on the back. Especially not in third-year territory. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Chatter has ceased in Yamamoto's classroom. It's not quite silent, but he can tell the others are listening in on the not-so-sly. Impatient, he waits for Senga to make a fool of himself.
It doesn't take too long.
"Ne, I brought you lunch~" the freshman chirps. Grinning, he navigates over to Yamamoto's table with remarkable aplomb and plops a plastic bag down atop his desk.
"I've got my own," Yamamoto tells him. "And also, that is convenience store onigiri."
"So it can't taste bad, right?" Senga grins. "I learned my lesson!"
"Right." Yamamoto almost wants to ask what lesson Senga means, but that would be humoring his bandmate. Instead, he says: "I don't need your lunch. You're not a girl, and I'm not your boyfriend."
"I've been a girl before though," Senga muses thoughtfully, "in one of the Kismai shoots -- I think it was Duet, or maybe Wink Up... And!" The dim bulb brightens. "You could always be my boyfriend if you like?"
Somewhere beyond Yamamoto's line of sight, a girl classmate coos something retarded. Another giggles in reply. Damn them all. "How about no?"
When Senga's face falls, Yamamoto feels like smacking himself in the head. (Luckily, he definitely feels like smacking Senga more. Especially when those girls start chittering their disapproval.) "Get out of here, you idiot. And take your lunch with you."
Senga looks forlornly at the bag of onigiri for a moment, then tries the large, silent puppy-eyes on his favoured high-school senpai (Tamamori excluded). Yamamoto twitches, but holds firm: "I mean it. Get out of here, alright? I'll see you at practice."
"..." Only half consoled at the notion, Senga picks himself up. But then he takes a deep breath, and just that quick he's grinning again. "Alright then, Yama-chan~ Don't be late! I'll be waiting for you!" Scooping up the onigiri, he saunters determinedly from the room.
Yamamoto's forehead meets his desk with a thud. Nobody'd better tell Yara about this or he'll never live it down.
Lunch break lasts a little longer than the five minutes it takes for Senga to lose his tenuous grip on the satisfaction of seeing Yamamoto later though. Out on the rooftop, he squints over the Tokyo horizon, a musty breeze not doing much for his sweaty form. "What should I do...?" He looks down at the onigiri he's still holding with a sense of misery. "I bought the expensive type, too..."
Sometimes, it's good to get expensive things. But between onigiri and golf balls, Senga isn't sure he's figured out the formula yet.
"Mm..." Tamamori hums absently, preoccupied. With fussy precision, he folds up a mess of stringy seaweed across the top of his bento that might have read I L♥B U to someone who cared more. "Nika-chan's meeting us at the station after, right?"
"Hm?" Senga blinks. "Yeah?"
"He'll eat them."
"..." Senga frowns. It's less of a waste than what it could be, but on the other hand Nikaido will eat almost any snacks Senga buys. "Should I try getting something else for Yama-chan tomorrow then? Like, maybe okonomiyaki? There's that stand on the corner that makes it fresh, and--" He looks over his shoulder. "Tama-chan, what do you think?"
Tamamori considers that. And also how one corner of his tofu is broken. Surgically, he clips it off with his chopsticks, chewing with thought. "But they put spring onions in it, don't they...?"
"Do they?"
"I think so."
Senga blinks. "...are spring onions bad?"
Tamamori shrugs and clips off another corner of tofu. "Well. Nika doesn't like them."
Senga protests, indignant. "This isn't for Nika-chan, you know!"
"Right," Tamamori says. Inelegantly, he points his chopsticks at the bag Senga holds. "And neither was that." There's a considerate pause before Tamamori speaks again. "...have you got any salmon ones?"
"What?" Senga blinks, before he looks down at the bag in his hands. "Salmon, huh?" Grumpy now, he plops down next to Tamamori anyway, and passes over a couple of pink-stickered onigiri. "My senpai all suck."
"Mm," Tamamori says by way of thanks. "Well. Senpai tend to do that." One way or another. He's not really looking forward to seeing how much he can screw up another practice session on skates himself, if Fujigaya's in another bad mood later.
He might, however, feel less bad about crying again if Miyata'll make it all better like last time.
1- wth, the second part totally ended up half again as long. and totally went back to kismai. *fail*
2- AND ALSO: GIRL SENGA. NOT EVEN JOKING. ♥ (from junior_star, when it was around :D)
