Ryosuke had a Crush (But Don't Notice me Senpai!) (i of iii)
Title: Ryosuke had a Crush (But Don't Notice me Senpai!)
Pairing: Takaki Yuya/Yamada Ryosuke
Rating: PG
In the midst of the hectic semester earlier this year when everyone was busy contemplating about where to go after high school, major, college, university or career-wise, while most are busy attending university preparatory courses, a new transfer student had arrived.
Takaki Yuya.
Ryosuke couldn’t even believe that there was such a thing as having the whole package. Tall, handsome, his aura exudes (no, dripping in) charisma, holding his surrounding spellbound. So effortless. What’s more, was that he seemed completely unaware of the effect he had on people.
For example, when all eyes were expeditiously drawn to him, much like a moth to a flame, even when he was simply striding down the hallway going to his class, he appeared as cool as a cucumber, almost aloof really, acting like the persistently intense pairs of eyes didn’t bother him.
That was also the first time Ryosuke had ever seen him firsthand.
Takaki had an overgrown coal-black hair that seemed to frame his long slim face perfectly. His eyes were a blazing pair of obsidian (there was no time for Ryosuke to really look at the actual colour, they could be brown, but they were intense nonetheless).
His body was lean but well-muscled and god, he had never seen a uniform so well-fitted on anyone before. He surreptitiously checked if he was drooling but after finding that there was none, he sighed in relief.
When his alluring senpai passed by him, he was pretty sure Takaki’s gaze (He shuddered
at the name) flitted sideway to meet his.
Yeah, he’s pretty sure. Like maybe eighty percent sure.
Wait, what was he doing? Oh yeah, going to class. Yup.
Get it together, Ryosuke!
It seemed almost comedic because he had never acted like this around anyone and he didn't know what to make of this feeling.
****
After that day, Ryosuke couldn’t help but overheard (eavesdropped) his classmates whenever they started their daily tittle-tattle about (ding-ding-ding-ding!) Takaki, and that’s how he eventually got somewhat closely acquainted with Chinen Yuri and the gang. They were the social butterflies of the class, and very well-connected with other girls from other schools, due to their weekly group dating. They had tried to invite Ryosuke out, but he wasn’t into that kind of scene. Either way, Ryosuke had gotten used to their daily colloquy lately, especially after he realised that their amusing conversations always fell back to one particular person. The only mutual interest both parties had.
“They say Takaki-senpai is dating someone from Waseda”, Chinen, as always, started.
A chorus of ‘oohs’. “What? No way!”
“Yep, heard it from a neighbour that goes there.”
“Waseda girls are way too vanilla for him. They even have to wear skirts lower than the knees.” Morimoto Ryutaro added.
Laughter. “You’re right...but Waseda students are literally rolling in money. Who knows? Maybe the benefits outweigh the lower than the knee skirts they have to wear. I’d date them.”
“I don’t think he’s the type that looks for money though. I mean, he could’ve gone for Kokusai instead. Or maybe a way older woman…”
“Um…” A new voice, Nakajima Yuto. “That’s ridiculous. I know guys like him, I’m positive that he likes younger girls. Umiko-chan said he once tried to check her out by the water fountain.”
“Well, considering his history…” Chinen replies. “And a lot of my friends from Aoyama could corroborate, he actually does fancy older girls. Or maybe just girls in general, he sleeps around, you know?”
A girl, Mariko, from their class who had been eavesdropping walked by before saying, “It’s not all that surprising. I bet he’s a gentleman on the street, beast between the sheets.”
“Mari-chan!” Nakajima shrieked while Mariko snickered. Chinen cheerfully replied, “You’re so *kuso shoujiki! Didn’t know you had it in you.”
Mariko-chan gave a small grin. “I might be the only one who’s straightforward in this piece of shit school, sadly. What do you think, Yama-chan?”
Ryosuke, who had just been dozing off in his chair, also the same person whose ear had been listening pretty actively while feigning a nap against the pages of his homework that he had abandoned a while ago, perked up a little while giving a fake big loud yawn.
“I…” He started, still yawning. “Don’t care.”
Chinen Yuri gave him a look as if saying ‘don’t even try to bullshit me’ - but Ryosuke just raised an eyebrow in return.
The other guys offered him a small smile that showed how they had predicted Ryosuke’s indifference to the situation. Ryosuke shrugged. “Look, your conversation was very enlightening and all, but you need to talk about something else other than that guy. Like why can’t we talk about chicks instead?
” No, no, please keep talking about Takaki-senpai because I wouldn’t even be interested in listening to you all otherwise.
“But Yama-chaaan,” Chinen whined. “He’s that typical mysterious guy that just begged to be talked about. A transferee from a prestigious school in Central Tokyo? To our humble and old - ahem, piece of shit, as Mari-chan has eloquently called it- school? What are the odds? I’d even admit that he’s really attractive, looks older than his peers, maybe he dabbled in some illegal stuff and that’s why they had to transfer him here”
How is it that him being a potential criminal makes him even hotter? He could’ve been a wanted man!
“Oh my God” A new voice, Okamoto Keito’s, exclaimed in English. “Maybe he got caught sleeping with the teacher or something!”
Ryosuke frowned, he didn’t like that at all. He quickly skimmed over his homework which was bereft of any answers still. “While I’m sure your assumptions are well-thought, I need your help with homework instead because Calculus sucks,” Ryosuke replied, really starting to get on his homework that was due in a few minutes.
Chinen and his little gang wouldn’t know about his little infatuation with Takaki-senpai, they couldn’t know.
****
While most of the student population either ate at the school cafeteria, rooftop or class, Ryosuke liked to eat his lunch in the small area near the track field under a tree. There were small benches made of wood with rotting metal as the frame. Not only was it close to the only vending machine at school that had his favourite melon milk, but it was also the only place where it’s usually, most of the time, devoid of any students during recess. Ryosuke secretly liked the walk because even if the school building’s rather small, the school district was rather huge. The school was surrounded by large old trees, and sometimes it was easy to forget that you’re still within the school district.
Sometimes Ryosuke would get invited by Nakajima and others to have lunch on the roof, but today was one of those days where he felt like he wanted to have his own space. He was still a tad uncomfortable being ‘invited’ to their little gang anyway. He just simply hadn’t gotten used to the chaotic energy that Chinen displayed most of the time.
He got his melon milk, melon bread (the best), and a humble grilled fish with rice that his mother had packed from home. His mother made the best-grilled fish in the world and he was glad today was one of those rare days where his mom made it.
Content, he quickly dug out a pair of chopsticks, mouth already watering at the thought of the first bite.
Before he could take a bite of his fish, however, he heard a slight rustle of plastic from his left, exactly behind the tree.
Ryosuke shrugged, maybe a janitor or something, and brought his attention back to his succulent fish that was begging to be eaten.
Before he did so, again, he heard the similar crinkle sounds of plastic from the same spot, only closer.
“Hello?” Ryosuke prompted.
A face peeked out from the tree as if it’s a floating head, but the owner of that head sent Ryosuke’s heart beating faster than a ravenous cheetah in pursuit.
“Hey.” Takaki-senpai greeted cordially.
“Oh...” Ryosuke’s mouth gaped a little, feeling rooted to the spot. “Takaki…-senpai, right? 3-B?”
“Takaki Yuya,” He revealed fully this time, stepping out of the tree, in his hand a plastic bag contained several…(what seemed to be) rice balls from the convenience store.
“Yamada Ryosuke…” Ryosuke said tensely.
“Nice to meet you, Yamada-kun”
Ryosuke gestured to the bench he was currently seating, offering the space to Takaki since the latter was already coming by anyway. He was slightly hoping that Takaki would decline the offer since Ryosuke knew how much of a nerve-wreck he could be (mentally, of course), and how he could be such an awkward turtle.
To his surprise, however, Takaki - without any hesitation whatsoever, sat at the offered space. Inclining his head, acknowledging Ryosuke before consuming his rice balls.
Normally, this variety of silence would automatically send a small fluster of panic into Ryosuke’s system, immediately thinking about possible topics he could bring up to lighten the mood. But looking at Takaki, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasant sensation throughout his body. He didn’t want to look too anxious, or worse, excited - in the presence of The Takaki Yuya.
Although he made it terribly hard to focus on his lunch.
But it made Ryosuke appreciate the effort a little more, making him relaxed slightly - because Takaki merely minded his own business, trying his best to be a great silent company.
Under a tree, sharing a bench, Ryosuke silently wondered what Chinen (and his groupie) would do if they found them like this. He was aware of how it must’ve looked from the outside looking in. Although thankfully, after a cursory glance around, the whole area was still devoid of any student.
They ate in relatively peaceful silence, and not long after, Takaki offered him a smile which Ryosuke returned slightly (was still unsure about how to respond), before rising from the bench and simply walking off.
(Ryosuke let out a big sigh, that similar feeling when you finished your big test, then realised his senpai had left his plastic bag on the bench. Before he could feel his annoyance returning, because how could Takaki be one of those that didn’t care about the environment! Did he think Ryosuke’s his caretaker or something? - He saw that there was one onigiri left inside. He wondered if this was Takaki’s way of expressing gratitude)
Chapter 2: https://gluedteeth.livejournal.com/2949.html
Pairing: Takaki Yuya/Yamada Ryosuke
Rating: PG
In the midst of the hectic semester earlier this year when everyone was busy contemplating about where to go after high school, major, college, university or career-wise, while most are busy attending university preparatory courses, a new transfer student had arrived.
Takaki Yuya.
Ryosuke couldn’t even believe that there was such a thing as having the whole package. Tall, handsome, his aura exudes (no, dripping in) charisma, holding his surrounding spellbound. So effortless. What’s more, was that he seemed completely unaware of the effect he had on people.
For example, when all eyes were expeditiously drawn to him, much like a moth to a flame, even when he was simply striding down the hallway going to his class, he appeared as cool as a cucumber, almost aloof really, acting like the persistently intense pairs of eyes didn’t bother him.
That was also the first time Ryosuke had ever seen him firsthand.
Takaki had an overgrown coal-black hair that seemed to frame his long slim face perfectly. His eyes were a blazing pair of obsidian (there was no time for Ryosuke to really look at the actual colour, they could be brown, but they were intense nonetheless).
His body was lean but well-muscled and god, he had never seen a uniform so well-fitted on anyone before. He surreptitiously checked if he was drooling but after finding that there was none, he sighed in relief.
When his alluring senpai passed by him, he was pretty sure Takaki’s gaze (He shuddered
at the name) flitted sideway to meet his.
Yeah, he’s pretty sure. Like maybe eighty percent sure.
Wait, what was he doing? Oh yeah, going to class. Yup.
Get it together, Ryosuke!
It seemed almost comedic because he had never acted like this around anyone and he didn't know what to make of this feeling.
****
After that day, Ryosuke couldn’t help but overheard (eavesdropped) his classmates whenever they started their daily tittle-tattle about (ding-ding-ding-ding!) Takaki, and that’s how he eventually got somewhat closely acquainted with Chinen Yuri and the gang. They were the social butterflies of the class, and very well-connected with other girls from other schools, due to their weekly group dating. They had tried to invite Ryosuke out, but he wasn’t into that kind of scene. Either way, Ryosuke had gotten used to their daily colloquy lately, especially after he realised that their amusing conversations always fell back to one particular person. The only mutual interest both parties had.
“They say Takaki-senpai is dating someone from Waseda”, Chinen, as always, started.
A chorus of ‘oohs’. “What? No way!”
“Yep, heard it from a neighbour that goes there.”
“Waseda girls are way too vanilla for him. They even have to wear skirts lower than the knees.” Morimoto Ryutaro added.
Laughter. “You’re right...but Waseda students are literally rolling in money. Who knows? Maybe the benefits outweigh the lower than the knee skirts they have to wear. I’d date them.”
“I don’t think he’s the type that looks for money though. I mean, he could’ve gone for Kokusai instead. Or maybe a way older woman…”
“Um…” A new voice, Nakajima Yuto. “That’s ridiculous. I know guys like him, I’m positive that he likes younger girls. Umiko-chan said he once tried to check her out by the water fountain.”
“Well, considering his history…” Chinen replies. “And a lot of my friends from Aoyama could corroborate, he actually does fancy older girls. Or maybe just girls in general, he sleeps around, you know?”
A girl, Mariko, from their class who had been eavesdropping walked by before saying, “It’s not all that surprising. I bet he’s a gentleman on the street, beast between the sheets.”
“Mari-chan!” Nakajima shrieked while Mariko snickered. Chinen cheerfully replied, “You’re so *kuso shoujiki! Didn’t know you had it in you.”
Mariko-chan gave a small grin. “I might be the only one who’s straightforward in this piece of shit school, sadly. What do you think, Yama-chan?”
Ryosuke, who had just been dozing off in his chair, also the same person whose ear had been listening pretty actively while feigning a nap against the pages of his homework that he had abandoned a while ago, perked up a little while giving a fake big loud yawn.
“I…” He started, still yawning. “Don’t care.”
Chinen Yuri gave him a look as if saying ‘don’t even try to bullshit me’ - but Ryosuke just raised an eyebrow in return.
The other guys offered him a small smile that showed how they had predicted Ryosuke’s indifference to the situation. Ryosuke shrugged. “Look, your conversation was very enlightening and all, but you need to talk about something else other than that guy. Like why can’t we talk about chicks instead?
” No, no, please keep talking about Takaki-senpai because I wouldn’t even be interested in listening to you all otherwise.
“But Yama-chaaan,” Chinen whined. “He’s that typical mysterious guy that just begged to be talked about. A transferee from a prestigious school in Central Tokyo? To our humble and old - ahem, piece of shit, as Mari-chan has eloquently called it- school? What are the odds? I’d even admit that he’s really attractive, looks older than his peers, maybe he dabbled in some illegal stuff and that’s why they had to transfer him here”
How is it that him being a potential criminal makes him even hotter? He could’ve been a wanted man!
“Oh my God” A new voice, Okamoto Keito’s, exclaimed in English. “Maybe he got caught sleeping with the teacher or something!”
Ryosuke frowned, he didn’t like that at all. He quickly skimmed over his homework which was bereft of any answers still. “While I’m sure your assumptions are well-thought, I need your help with homework instead because Calculus sucks,” Ryosuke replied, really starting to get on his homework that was due in a few minutes.
Chinen and his little gang wouldn’t know about his little infatuation with Takaki-senpai, they couldn’t know.
****
While most of the student population either ate at the school cafeteria, rooftop or class, Ryosuke liked to eat his lunch in the small area near the track field under a tree. There were small benches made of wood with rotting metal as the frame. Not only was it close to the only vending machine at school that had his favourite melon milk, but it was also the only place where it’s usually, most of the time, devoid of any students during recess. Ryosuke secretly liked the walk because even if the school building’s rather small, the school district was rather huge. The school was surrounded by large old trees, and sometimes it was easy to forget that you’re still within the school district.
Sometimes Ryosuke would get invited by Nakajima and others to have lunch on the roof, but today was one of those days where he felt like he wanted to have his own space. He was still a tad uncomfortable being ‘invited’ to their little gang anyway. He just simply hadn’t gotten used to the chaotic energy that Chinen displayed most of the time.
He got his melon milk, melon bread (the best), and a humble grilled fish with rice that his mother had packed from home. His mother made the best-grilled fish in the world and he was glad today was one of those rare days where his mom made it.
Content, he quickly dug out a pair of chopsticks, mouth already watering at the thought of the first bite.
Before he could take a bite of his fish, however, he heard a slight rustle of plastic from his left, exactly behind the tree.
Ryosuke shrugged, maybe a janitor or something, and brought his attention back to his succulent fish that was begging to be eaten.
Before he did so, again, he heard the similar crinkle sounds of plastic from the same spot, only closer.
“Hello?” Ryosuke prompted.
A face peeked out from the tree as if it’s a floating head, but the owner of that head sent Ryosuke’s heart beating faster than a ravenous cheetah in pursuit.
“Hey.” Takaki-senpai greeted cordially.
“Oh...” Ryosuke’s mouth gaped a little, feeling rooted to the spot. “Takaki…-senpai, right? 3-B?”
“Takaki Yuya,” He revealed fully this time, stepping out of the tree, in his hand a plastic bag contained several…(what seemed to be) rice balls from the convenience store.
“Yamada Ryosuke…” Ryosuke said tensely.
“Nice to meet you, Yamada-kun”
Ryosuke gestured to the bench he was currently seating, offering the space to Takaki since the latter was already coming by anyway. He was slightly hoping that Takaki would decline the offer since Ryosuke knew how much of a nerve-wreck he could be (mentally, of course), and how he could be such an awkward turtle.
To his surprise, however, Takaki - without any hesitation whatsoever, sat at the offered space. Inclining his head, acknowledging Ryosuke before consuming his rice balls.
Normally, this variety of silence would automatically send a small fluster of panic into Ryosuke’s system, immediately thinking about possible topics he could bring up to lighten the mood. But looking at Takaki, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasant sensation throughout his body. He didn’t want to look too anxious, or worse, excited - in the presence of The Takaki Yuya.
Although he made it terribly hard to focus on his lunch.
But it made Ryosuke appreciate the effort a little more, making him relaxed slightly - because Takaki merely minded his own business, trying his best to be a great silent company.
Under a tree, sharing a bench, Ryosuke silently wondered what Chinen (and his groupie) would do if they found them like this. He was aware of how it must’ve looked from the outside looking in. Although thankfully, after a cursory glance around, the whole area was still devoid of any student.
They ate in relatively peaceful silence, and not long after, Takaki offered him a smile which Ryosuke returned slightly (was still unsure about how to respond), before rising from the bench and simply walking off.
(Ryosuke let out a big sigh, that similar feeling when you finished your big test, then realised his senpai had left his plastic bag on the bench. Before he could feel his annoyance returning, because how could Takaki be one of those that didn’t care about the environment! Did he think Ryosuke’s his caretaker or something? - He saw that there was one onigiri left inside. He wondered if this was Takaki’s way of expressing gratitude)
Chapter 2: https://gluedteeth.livejournal.com/2949.html