ficfic: hadashi no hasshi
ESSAY DONE, YESSS. only... two more to go now, before the end of the month ahaahaha, holy god. T_____T;
pointless fic in the meantime? 8D originally a comment thing at curiosa_cabinet because she threw naked hasshi at me. :D; *easily swayed sometimes, when procrastination is on the line*
Hadashi no Hasshi (←'barefoot hasshi', though really his feet are the least of it.)
PG for naked; 1000w.
"Can I have your yukata?" Kawai asks without preamble, poking his head through Totsuka's door.
"What happened to yours?" Totsuka asks back, though gestures for Kawai to help himself to the bathroom. It's not that he's really going to say no based on the answer-
Kawai makes a face. "Gocchi messed it up."
-or indeed, be surprised by it either. "I see," Totsuka says, already gone back to his guitar as Kawai takes his leave. "Enjoy the bath."
(*later)
"Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"
The last thing Totsuka expects to be pounding on his hotel door (well, not really the last thing. Naked happens sometimes) is Hashimoto with no clothes on, dripping wet and bouncing urgently on the balls of his feet. An equally wet square of white facecloth is the only thing sparing his personal junior from the light of day, and it's not doing a very good job either.
"What on earth?" Totsuka says with dismay, grabbing Hashimoto's wrist and dragging him inside. "What do you think you're doing? Where's Fumito?"
"I ran really fast!" Hashimoto says, laughter bubbling from his shivers almost delirious. Totsuka quickly shrugs out of his jacket and throws it across Hashimoto's shoulders, and Hashimoto gives up on his little scrap of decency, dropping the facecloth in favour of hugging Totsuka's jacket tighter around himself. "Oh god, it'ssocold. I forgot to bring a towel to the bath!"
"Don't they have towels down there?" Totsuka asks, trying to keep a lid on his incredulity.
"They didn't, they didn't I checked!" Hashimoto giggles between the chattering of his teeth, "I dunno, they were justallgone!" and Totsuka herds him firmly under the split-cycle air-con, thumbing the temperature up to a healthy 28°C. If Hashimoto gets sick...
"Where are your clothes then? Your yukata?" he asks, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom momentarily. He returns with a spare towel for Hashimoto's hair and proceeds to dry the boy off. "Ah, but I should persist in asking where Fumito is instead, shouldn't I. Because I'll vouch where you'll find one, you'll find the others, and an excess of towels, too."
Hashimoto's nod isn't much of a nod under the plush terrycloth and Totsuka's thorough, mussing hands, but slowly his shivers subside and he gives a happy sigh.
"Hm?" Totsuka asks absently.
Hashimoto wriggles out from under the towel and hangs Totsuka's jacket (almost apologetically) on the back of a chair before flopping down on Totsuka's bed. The smile he beams up then is that crinkly one where his big eyes disappear and his round cheeks look like flushed apples, and Totsuka just stares for a moment, entirely forgetting what he'd been asking after.
"I knew you'd save me, y'know," Hashimoto says. Totsuka drops the towel pointedly across Hashimoto's hips, since the other clearly has no intention of crawling under the blankets anytime soon now that the heater's kicked in properly. "My key was in my jeans pocket. I ran right here even though Gocchi's room was closer and everything."
"'Everything'...?" Totsuka echoes.
"Um, well. The dining hall was between the bath and here..." Hashimoto shrugs, though with a definite note of apology this time.
"...I'm going to find Fumito," Totsuka says, fishing another jacket out of his bag. (He operates under laws of propriety after all, and dislikes walking around without at least a minimum of clothing.) "Stay for now, Hasshi, and borrow a t-shirt. If you catch a cold..."
"Wait, wait!"
Totsuka turns around, and is indeed given pause at the sight of Hashimoto with the comforter pulled up around his ears. "Staaay~?" Hashimoto asks, probably trying for something like 'coy' and failing badly. "Tottsu's clothes are kinda small. I'm too fat!"
"You're not fat," Totsuka starts-
"Keep me warm instead? ♥" Hashimoto cuts in, and suddenly Totsuka has to wonder if that wasn't the genius's whole plan all along.
"But Fumito-"
"Fumi can wait, ne?" The devious expression doesn't really suit Hashimoto's face, but Totsuka lets it slide. "I've thought of something good for him, for payback. But it can wait 'til breakfast~" He extends a hand then, and resistance becomes futile. "Okay?"
Totsuka can't refuse.
He thumbs the heater off, since dry air is bad for the voice overnight and they have plays to be in, and kicks off his jeans, about to climb into bed when "Wait, wait!" Hashimoto says again. "Where's your phone? Message Tsuka-chan for me, okay? Can he bring my clothes over from their room for tomorrow."
"Are normal kids this spoilt?" Totsuka asks aloud, ignoring Hashimoto's demands. "Maybe I'll make you fetch your own clothes in the morning, as punishment for disrupting my sleep tonight as you'll doubtlessly do."
"You wouldn't...!" Hashimoto pouts. But then seems to think twice about it when Totsuka slips under the blankets and makes himself comfortable without facing Hashimoto at all. "...would you? Ne, Tottsuuu..."
Totsuka sighs when the poke between his shoulder blades even feels disconsolate. "Hasshiii...?"
"You aren't really gonna just sleep now... are you?" Hashimoto asks, and his fingers draw petulant lines down Totsuka's back.
"What if I am?" Totsuka asks, mild. He won't be checked so easily, even if his king's been long cornered.
"Then I guess I'll just have to be a disruption earlier than anticepted," Hashimoto says simply.
"Again?"
"Disruption?"
"No. Anti…?"
"Anticepted?"
"Again?"
"...anti..."
"Anticipated, Hasshi."
"I'll just have to be a disruption earlier than anticipated, Tottsu," Hashimoto says primly.
Totsuka turns around then, finally, and looks Hashimoto in the eye. And smiles. And Hashimoto grins, giggling as he snuggles closer to Totsuka's chest and lets his eyes slip shut.
"You really are spoiled, aren't you?" Totsuka murmurs, brushing his fingers through Hashimoto's slightly-damp hair. "Incorrigible."
"Well, it's not like you're helping my incorrigibleness," Hashimoto hums. "And ne, the light's still on…"
With a disgruntled noise, Totsuka briefly considers the chances of Tsukada answering if they call him over after all...
pointless fic in the meantime? 8D originally a comment thing at curiosa_cabinet because she threw naked hasshi at me. :D; *easily swayed sometimes, when procrastination is on the line*
Hadashi no Hasshi (←'barefoot hasshi', though really his feet are the least of it.)
PG for naked; 1000w.
"Can I have your yukata?" Kawai asks without preamble, poking his head through Totsuka's door.
"What happened to yours?" Totsuka asks back, though gestures for Kawai to help himself to the bathroom. It's not that he's really going to say no based on the answer-
Kawai makes a face. "Gocchi messed it up."
-or indeed, be surprised by it either. "I see," Totsuka says, already gone back to his guitar as Kawai takes his leave. "Enjoy the bath."
(*later)
"Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"
The last thing Totsuka expects to be pounding on his hotel door (well, not really the last thing. Naked happens sometimes) is Hashimoto with no clothes on, dripping wet and bouncing urgently on the balls of his feet. An equally wet square of white facecloth is the only thing sparing his personal junior from the light of day, and it's not doing a very good job either.
"What on earth?" Totsuka says with dismay, grabbing Hashimoto's wrist and dragging him inside. "What do you think you're doing? Where's Fumito?"
"I ran really fast!" Hashimoto says, laughter bubbling from his shivers almost delirious. Totsuka quickly shrugs out of his jacket and throws it across Hashimoto's shoulders, and Hashimoto gives up on his little scrap of decency, dropping the facecloth in favour of hugging Totsuka's jacket tighter around himself. "Oh god, it'ssocold. I forgot to bring a towel to the bath!"
"Don't they have towels down there?" Totsuka asks, trying to keep a lid on his incredulity.
"They didn't, they didn't I checked!" Hashimoto giggles between the chattering of his teeth, "I dunno, they were justallgone!" and Totsuka herds him firmly under the split-cycle air-con, thumbing the temperature up to a healthy 28°C. If Hashimoto gets sick...
"Where are your clothes then? Your yukata?" he asks, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom momentarily. He returns with a spare towel for Hashimoto's hair and proceeds to dry the boy off. "Ah, but I should persist in asking where Fumito is instead, shouldn't I. Because I'll vouch where you'll find one, you'll find the others, and an excess of towels, too."
Hashimoto's nod isn't much of a nod under the plush terrycloth and Totsuka's thorough, mussing hands, but slowly his shivers subside and he gives a happy sigh.
"Hm?" Totsuka asks absently.
Hashimoto wriggles out from under the towel and hangs Totsuka's jacket (almost apologetically) on the back of a chair before flopping down on Totsuka's bed. The smile he beams up then is that crinkly one where his big eyes disappear and his round cheeks look like flushed apples, and Totsuka just stares for a moment, entirely forgetting what he'd been asking after.
"I knew you'd save me, y'know," Hashimoto says. Totsuka drops the towel pointedly across Hashimoto's hips, since the other clearly has no intention of crawling under the blankets anytime soon now that the heater's kicked in properly. "My key was in my jeans pocket. I ran right here even though Gocchi's room was closer and everything."
"'Everything'...?" Totsuka echoes.
"Um, well. The dining hall was between the bath and here..." Hashimoto shrugs, though with a definite note of apology this time.
"...I'm going to find Fumito," Totsuka says, fishing another jacket out of his bag. (He operates under laws of propriety after all, and dislikes walking around without at least a minimum of clothing.) "Stay for now, Hasshi, and borrow a t-shirt. If you catch a cold..."
"Wait, wait!"
Totsuka turns around, and is indeed given pause at the sight of Hashimoto with the comforter pulled up around his ears. "Staaay~?" Hashimoto asks, probably trying for something like 'coy' and failing badly. "Tottsu's clothes are kinda small. I'm too fat!"
"You're not fat," Totsuka starts-
"Keep me warm instead? ♥" Hashimoto cuts in, and suddenly Totsuka has to wonder if that wasn't the genius's whole plan all along.
"But Fumito-"
"Fumi can wait, ne?" The devious expression doesn't really suit Hashimoto's face, but Totsuka lets it slide. "I've thought of something good for him, for payback. But it can wait 'til breakfast~" He extends a hand then, and resistance becomes futile. "Okay?"
Totsuka can't refuse.
He thumbs the heater off, since dry air is bad for the voice overnight and they have plays to be in, and kicks off his jeans, about to climb into bed when "Wait, wait!" Hashimoto says again. "Where's your phone? Message Tsuka-chan for me, okay? Can he bring my clothes over from their room for tomorrow."
"Are normal kids this spoilt?" Totsuka asks aloud, ignoring Hashimoto's demands. "Maybe I'll make you fetch your own clothes in the morning, as punishment for disrupting my sleep tonight as you'll doubtlessly do."
"You wouldn't...!" Hashimoto pouts. But then seems to think twice about it when Totsuka slips under the blankets and makes himself comfortable without facing Hashimoto at all. "...would you? Ne, Tottsuuu..."
Totsuka sighs when the poke between his shoulder blades even feels disconsolate. "Hasshiii...?"
"You aren't really gonna just sleep now... are you?" Hashimoto asks, and his fingers draw petulant lines down Totsuka's back.
"What if I am?" Totsuka asks, mild. He won't be checked so easily, even if his king's been long cornered.
"Then I guess I'll just have to be a disruption earlier than anticepted," Hashimoto says simply.
"Again?"
"Disruption?"
"No. Anti…?"
"Anticepted?"
"Again?"
"...anti..."
"Anticipated, Hasshi."
"I'll just have to be a disruption earlier than anticipated, Tottsu," Hashimoto says primly.
Totsuka turns around then, finally, and looks Hashimoto in the eye. And smiles. And Hashimoto grins, giggling as he snuggles closer to Totsuka's chest and lets his eyes slip shut.
"You really are spoiled, aren't you?" Totsuka murmurs, brushing his fingers through Hashimoto's slightly-damp hair. "Incorrigible."
"Well, it's not like you're helping my incorrigibleness," Hashimoto hums. "And ne, the light's still on…"
With a disgruntled noise, Totsuka briefly considers the chances of Tsukada answering if they call him over after all...