tadaiki-thon
Title: 5 times where Daiki realizes that Takaki was Hot + 1 time Daiki thought Takaki was gross
Author: hotfruits
Pairing: (one-sided) TaDaiki, Dainoo friendship ♥
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: (see title)
Written for the tadaiki_ai love-a-thon
One
Groaning, Daiki grabs his water bottle and slumps against the wall, letting gravity drag his tired body to the floor. Uncapping the bottle, he downs half of it before stopping, coughing as he struggles to re-catch his breath. He watches amused as his friend Inoo Kei stumbles over, rubbing his sore back muscles and flopping down in front of Daiki, his sweaty head resting on his bare calf.
“Ew,” Daiki whines, touching Inoo’s face, “Dude, get off me, you’re nasty!”
“Go die,” Inoo mumbles, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, “And take me with you, ugh.”
Daiki laughs at his friend and begins looking around the room, seeing the other juniors in states similar to their own, even Yabu Kota and Yaotome Hikaru, who are leaning against each other and taking turns drinking from the same water bottle, laughing weakly about something or another. Only one junior remains dancing, hands twisting in the air and hips rolling in calculated circles. Daiki’s breath catches as he watches him…him, who is he again?
“Inoo-chan?” Daiki shakes his friend’s shoulder, “What’s the new guys name?”
“Eh?” Inoo opens one eye, looking towards the center of the dance floor, “Oh, Takagi something, why?” Inoo smirks, “See something you like?”
“Gods yes,” Daiki doesn’t even bother denying it, causing Inoo to laugh at him but whatever, Takagi something might be the hottest guy Daiki has ever laid his fourteen year old eyes upon.
Two
Okay, he knows he shouldn’t be starring and he knows that if Inoo catches him starring, again, he’ll never hear the end of it but damn, how can one guy look so hot eating plain rice?
“Dude,” Inoo laughs, elbowing him in the side, “Takaki might be dumb but he’s not blind, seriously.”
“Shit,” Daiki curses, looking back down at his bento and picking up a few pieces of chicken, shoveling them into his mouth. He nearly chokes and Yamada hits him over the back, Yuto offers him his bottle of water and Chinen tells him not to die before they make their PV.
Three
Breathing in the fresh spring air, Daiki smiles and resists the urge to start skipping, walking through the park as he heads home after a long day cramped up in school. Sometimes, he thinks it would be nice to skip school and enjoy a day at the park, maybe have a picnic or something with the rest of BEST.
“That’d be fun,” Daiki mused, picking up a lone flower and tucking it behind his ear, “School sucks.”
Suddenly, his phone starts vibrating in his pocket and Daiki reaches in and grabs it, flipping it open once he sees who it is, “Yo Inoo, what’s up?”
“Dude!” Inoo is laughing really hard, “Have you read Myojo yet, the one with our 100 questions?”
“No,” Daiki raises an eyebrow and sits down at the nearest bench, next to a relatively pretty girl who is typing away on her laptop, “Why? Did I sound really stupid or something?”
“You always sound stupid, but that’s not the point,” Daiki frowns, “It’s Bakaki.”
“Bakaki?” Daiki laughs, “That’s original, don’t let Akanishi know, he’ll probably throw a fit over his nickname being taken.”
“I say Bakaki because,” Inoo pauses for dramatic effect, “Our handsome friend sleeps naked, like completely naked.”
Daiki’s jaw drops as he shouts, “Naked!?” unaware that the girl on the laptop is IM-ing her friend that Arioka Daiki is a pervert, “Are you serious dude?”
“I would never lie about this,” Inoo giggles a little manically, “So, feeling a little stiff?”
Daiki looks down and curses, causing Inoo to laugh hysterically and the girl to get up and walk away, but not before calling him a horndog.
Four
“Hey shrimp,” Daiki hears from behind him and scowls, turning around and punching Takaki in the shoulder, “Bakaki!”
“Awe,” Takaki cooes and ruffles Daiki’s hair, his fingers undoing the hairdresser’s hard work, “You’re so cute!” he giggles before walking off, catching up with Hasshi and throwing his arm around the others shoulders.
Daiki glares for a few minutes til he realizes something and looks down, sighing in annoyance as he asks himself, “What the hell, it’s hot when he makes fun of you?”
“Apparently,” Inoo walks by and flicks him in the crotch, snickering when Daiki falls to the ground and yells, “Dude!”
Five
Grabbing the hair straightener from Inoo’s outstretched hand, Daiki put his bangs between the two hot plates and presses down, chuckling a little at the little puff of steam that rises up.
“Hey Ryu,” Daiki called out to the boy when he saw him pass by in the reflection of the mirror, “How did your shoot go?”
“Bad,” Ryutaro grumbled, joining the two at the vanity table, “Who wants to see a fourteen year old shirtless anyways?”
“Chinen,” Daiki and Inoo replied, Ryutaro laughing as he nodded his head and walked away, leaving the two to finish getting ready.
“I hope my shoot goes well,” Inoo spritzed his curls and scrunched them, “It can be hard for someone as gorgeous as me to be sexy.”
Daiki laughed, shaking his head as he shoved Inoo playfully, “You’re an ass,” he said, before turning back to his hair, annoyed with a certain strand that just wouldn’t straighten right. Placing his bangs in between the hot plates, Daiki pressed down and turned towards Inoo, but something ridiculously hot caught his eye, coming in through the door.
“Wow,” Daiki whispered, watching Takaki as he walked by, shirt undone and showing off his tanned skin, “He is so hot.”
“He’s not the only one dude,” Inoo laughed, pointing to Daiki’s face, who looked back into the mirror and screamed, dropping the hair straightener and clutching his crispy bangs.
“Oh no,” Daiki whimpered, petting his damaged hair.
One
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Daiki hissed, holding Inoo’s hand tightly as they walked through the hazy club atmosphere, “We could get in serious trouble, you know!”
Inoo sighed and sat down at the bar, Daiki sitting next to him and keeping his head low, “Dude, come on, this club is regularly visited by famous people. Didn’t you see Crystal Kay dancing out there?”
“Well, yeah but still!” Daiki frowned, his eyebrow pulling together, “You’re nineteen and I’m eighteen, we’re too young to be here.”
“Relax,” Inoo ushered the bartender over and ordered, the man placing two shots in front of them. Grabbing one, Inoo handed Daiki the other and said, “Merry belated Christmas Dai-chan.”
“Fine,” the two tapped glasses before throwing their shots back, cringing as the fiery taste burned their throats. Setting the glasses down, the bartender came back and filled them up again, chuckling at the sissy drinkers.
“Jerk,” Daiki muttered as the bartender walked off, serving a tall drink to a familiar looking brunette, “Wait a second,” Daiki muttered, sitting up a little straighter and peering over Inoo’s shoulder.
“What is it?” Inoo asked and turned in his chair, seeing only a group of giggling girls wearing tight tops and- “Oh my God, is that Takaki?”
“I think so,” Daiki muttered, watching their friend light a cigarette and smoke it with practiced ease, “Can we go?”
“Yeah,” Inoo paid for the drinks and grabbed Daiki’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they exited the club, their eyes downcast as they walked back to Inoo’s house.
Author: hotfruits
Pairing: (one-sided) TaDaiki, Dainoo friendship ♥
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: (see title)
Written for the tadaiki_ai love-a-thon
One
Groaning, Daiki grabs his water bottle and slumps against the wall, letting gravity drag his tired body to the floor. Uncapping the bottle, he downs half of it before stopping, coughing as he struggles to re-catch his breath. He watches amused as his friend Inoo Kei stumbles over, rubbing his sore back muscles and flopping down in front of Daiki, his sweaty head resting on his bare calf.
“Ew,” Daiki whines, touching Inoo’s face, “Dude, get off me, you’re nasty!”
“Go die,” Inoo mumbles, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, “And take me with you, ugh.”
Daiki laughs at his friend and begins looking around the room, seeing the other juniors in states similar to their own, even Yabu Kota and Yaotome Hikaru, who are leaning against each other and taking turns drinking from the same water bottle, laughing weakly about something or another. Only one junior remains dancing, hands twisting in the air and hips rolling in calculated circles. Daiki’s breath catches as he watches him…him, who is he again?
“Inoo-chan?” Daiki shakes his friend’s shoulder, “What’s the new guys name?”
“Eh?” Inoo opens one eye, looking towards the center of the dance floor, “Oh, Takagi something, why?” Inoo smirks, “See something you like?”
“Gods yes,” Daiki doesn’t even bother denying it, causing Inoo to laugh at him but whatever, Takagi something might be the hottest guy Daiki has ever laid his fourteen year old eyes upon.
Two
Okay, he knows he shouldn’t be starring and he knows that if Inoo catches him starring, again, he’ll never hear the end of it but damn, how can one guy look so hot eating plain rice?
“Dude,” Inoo laughs, elbowing him in the side, “Takaki might be dumb but he’s not blind, seriously.”
“Shit,” Daiki curses, looking back down at his bento and picking up a few pieces of chicken, shoveling them into his mouth. He nearly chokes and Yamada hits him over the back, Yuto offers him his bottle of water and Chinen tells him not to die before they make their PV.
Three
Breathing in the fresh spring air, Daiki smiles and resists the urge to start skipping, walking through the park as he heads home after a long day cramped up in school. Sometimes, he thinks it would be nice to skip school and enjoy a day at the park, maybe have a picnic or something with the rest of BEST.
“That’d be fun,” Daiki mused, picking up a lone flower and tucking it behind his ear, “School sucks.”
Suddenly, his phone starts vibrating in his pocket and Daiki reaches in and grabs it, flipping it open once he sees who it is, “Yo Inoo, what’s up?”
“Dude!” Inoo is laughing really hard, “Have you read Myojo yet, the one with our 100 questions?”
“No,” Daiki raises an eyebrow and sits down at the nearest bench, next to a relatively pretty girl who is typing away on her laptop, “Why? Did I sound really stupid or something?”
“You always sound stupid, but that’s not the point,” Daiki frowns, “It’s Bakaki.”
“Bakaki?” Daiki laughs, “That’s original, don’t let Akanishi know, he’ll probably throw a fit over his nickname being taken.”
“I say Bakaki because,” Inoo pauses for dramatic effect, “Our handsome friend sleeps naked, like completely naked.”
Daiki’s jaw drops as he shouts, “Naked!?” unaware that the girl on the laptop is IM-ing her friend that Arioka Daiki is a pervert, “Are you serious dude?”
“I would never lie about this,” Inoo giggles a little manically, “So, feeling a little stiff?”
Daiki looks down and curses, causing Inoo to laugh hysterically and the girl to get up and walk away, but not before calling him a horndog.
Four
“Hey shrimp,” Daiki hears from behind him and scowls, turning around and punching Takaki in the shoulder, “Bakaki!”
“Awe,” Takaki cooes and ruffles Daiki’s hair, his fingers undoing the hairdresser’s hard work, “You’re so cute!” he giggles before walking off, catching up with Hasshi and throwing his arm around the others shoulders.
Daiki glares for a few minutes til he realizes something and looks down, sighing in annoyance as he asks himself, “What the hell, it’s hot when he makes fun of you?”
“Apparently,” Inoo walks by and flicks him in the crotch, snickering when Daiki falls to the ground and yells, “Dude!”
Five
Grabbing the hair straightener from Inoo’s outstretched hand, Daiki put his bangs between the two hot plates and presses down, chuckling a little at the little puff of steam that rises up.
“Hey Ryu,” Daiki called out to the boy when he saw him pass by in the reflection of the mirror, “How did your shoot go?”
“Bad,” Ryutaro grumbled, joining the two at the vanity table, “Who wants to see a fourteen year old shirtless anyways?”
“Chinen,” Daiki and Inoo replied, Ryutaro laughing as he nodded his head and walked away, leaving the two to finish getting ready.
“I hope my shoot goes well,” Inoo spritzed his curls and scrunched them, “It can be hard for someone as gorgeous as me to be sexy.”
Daiki laughed, shaking his head as he shoved Inoo playfully, “You’re an ass,” he said, before turning back to his hair, annoyed with a certain strand that just wouldn’t straighten right. Placing his bangs in between the hot plates, Daiki pressed down and turned towards Inoo, but something ridiculously hot caught his eye, coming in through the door.
“Wow,” Daiki whispered, watching Takaki as he walked by, shirt undone and showing off his tanned skin, “He is so hot.”
“He’s not the only one dude,” Inoo laughed, pointing to Daiki’s face, who looked back into the mirror and screamed, dropping the hair straightener and clutching his crispy bangs.
“Oh no,” Daiki whimpered, petting his damaged hair.
One
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Daiki hissed, holding Inoo’s hand tightly as they walked through the hazy club atmosphere, “We could get in serious trouble, you know!”
Inoo sighed and sat down at the bar, Daiki sitting next to him and keeping his head low, “Dude, come on, this club is regularly visited by famous people. Didn’t you see Crystal Kay dancing out there?”
“Well, yeah but still!” Daiki frowned, his eyebrow pulling together, “You’re nineteen and I’m eighteen, we’re too young to be here.”
“Relax,” Inoo ushered the bartender over and ordered, the man placing two shots in front of them. Grabbing one, Inoo handed Daiki the other and said, “Merry belated Christmas Dai-chan.”
“Fine,” the two tapped glasses before throwing their shots back, cringing as the fiery taste burned their throats. Setting the glasses down, the bartender came back and filled them up again, chuckling at the sissy drinkers.
“Jerk,” Daiki muttered as the bartender walked off, serving a tall drink to a familiar looking brunette, “Wait a second,” Daiki muttered, sitting up a little straighter and peering over Inoo’s shoulder.
“What is it?” Inoo asked and turned in his chair, seeing only a group of giggling girls wearing tight tops and- “Oh my God, is that Takaki?”
“I think so,” Daiki muttered, watching their friend light a cigarette and smoke it with practiced ease, “Can we go?”
“Yeah,” Inoo paid for the drinks and grabbed Daiki’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they exited the club, their eyes downcast as they walked back to Inoo’s house.