Super Pretty
Title: Super Pretty
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG
Characters: Inoo-centric. HSJ. Shoon cameo.
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: 5 times Inoo felt insecure + 1 time he felt puripuripretty.
Written for the Inoo-thon.
5 times Inoo felt insecure + 1 time he felt puripuripretty
One
Eleven year old Inoo Kei stood in front of his mother’s full length mirror, dressed only in his Superman boxers. His skinny frame stretched across his bones, causing his rib bones and hip bones to protrude outwards. His tiny arms dangled awkwardly by his tiny sides, and his tiny legs looked knobby and weird.
Inoo took a deep breath and puffed out his chest, lifting his arms up and flexing what little muscle he had. In an attempt to look manly and buff, Inoo just looked ridiculous, and so he let go of his breath and dropped his arms.
“Damn,” Inoo pouted, eyeing his scrawny figure in disdain.
Two
“Hey Inoo-chan,” Hikaru poked Inoo’s cheek, giggling when the other boy turned towards him with an annoyed frown.
“What?” Inoo asked, swatting Hikaru’s hand away.
“You’ve got a big zit on your cheek. It’s so gross,” Hikaru wrinkled his nose, “Want me to pop it for you?”
“No!” Inoo shouted, before getting up and running off to the nearest restroom, his hand covering his blemished cheek.
Three
Inoo raised an eyebrow as he entered the canteen, seeing a large group of juniors all crowding around one table. Quickly, he located his friends Hikaru and Yabu and sat with them, asking, “What the hell is going on?”
“You didn’t hear?” Hikaru asked, grabbing Inoo’s backpack off the boy’s shoulders and opening it, digging around for his lunch, “There’s a new junior,” he found the bento box and squeaked happily, setting it on the table so he could begin eating.
Inoo rolled his eyes and stole a role from Yabu’s lunch, “A new kid, so what? There’s new kids all the time.”
Yabu shook his head, “This new guy looks like a mix between Tegoshi-kun, Kamenashi-kun and Jin-kun. It’s creepy.”
“The guy is hot,” Hikaru mumbled, mouth full of broccoli, and he swallowed before adding, “I mean really hot.”
Inoo frowned, running his fingers through his short black hair.
Four
Daiki sighed as he flopped onto Inoo’s lap, his head resting back against Inoo’s shoulder.
“This sucks,” the shorter boy mumbled, “This totally sucks.”
“It’s a good opportunity,” Inoo reminded his friend, wrapping his thin arms around his waist, “You might debut with HeySay7.”
“I don’t want to debut without you though,” Daiki shifted til he was sitting sideways on Inoo’s lap, his breath ghosting against the other’s neck, “Why can’t you be a part of HeySay7?”
Inoo shrugged, keeping his thoughts of insecurity to himself as he hugged Daiki closer.
Five
Being in a group with nine other guys wasn’t easy, Inoo learned very quickly. They took forever to get ready, especially when Yuto decided to steal Keito’s and Yamada’s clothes. It was impossible to ever come to a decision when going out for lunch, with everyone liking something different. There were a lot of grievances that came from being a nine member group, but the biggest one of all hurt Inoo the most. It wasn’t Hikaru’s pranking that sometimes led to bodily harm, or the intense practices they had to endure over and over again because they could never be perfect with that many boys.
It was the self-hatred, Inoo realized sadly, as he cried alone in a cramped bathroom stall.
+ One
Nineteen year old Inoo Kei stood in front of his mother’s full length mirror, dressed only in his black boxer briefs. He’s filled out over the years, his bones don’t stick out as much and he’s finally developed some muscle definition, but overall, he’s still a scrawny kid, with messy black and skin paler than the snow.
“Oh well,” he shrugged, eyeing his small butt in the mirror, “I may not be as sexy as Takaki, or as cool as Yabu. I’m definitely nothing in the muscle compartment compared to Keito, and I’m not nearly as funny as Hikaru or Yuto. I can’t sing as well as Yamada and I’m not cute like Chinen or Daiki, not awesome in the way Ryutaro is.”
Inoo ruffled his hair, pouting his lips, “But I’m super pretty, and that’s good enough for me.”
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG
Characters: Inoo-centric. HSJ. Shoon cameo.
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: 5 times Inoo felt insecure + 1 time he felt puripuripretty.
Written for the Inoo-thon.
5 times Inoo felt insecure + 1 time he felt puripuripretty
One
Eleven year old Inoo Kei stood in front of his mother’s full length mirror, dressed only in his Superman boxers. His skinny frame stretched across his bones, causing his rib bones and hip bones to protrude outwards. His tiny arms dangled awkwardly by his tiny sides, and his tiny legs looked knobby and weird.
Inoo took a deep breath and puffed out his chest, lifting his arms up and flexing what little muscle he had. In an attempt to look manly and buff, Inoo just looked ridiculous, and so he let go of his breath and dropped his arms.
“Damn,” Inoo pouted, eyeing his scrawny figure in disdain.
Two
“Hey Inoo-chan,” Hikaru poked Inoo’s cheek, giggling when the other boy turned towards him with an annoyed frown.
“What?” Inoo asked, swatting Hikaru’s hand away.
“You’ve got a big zit on your cheek. It’s so gross,” Hikaru wrinkled his nose, “Want me to pop it for you?”
“No!” Inoo shouted, before getting up and running off to the nearest restroom, his hand covering his blemished cheek.
Three
Inoo raised an eyebrow as he entered the canteen, seeing a large group of juniors all crowding around one table. Quickly, he located his friends Hikaru and Yabu and sat with them, asking, “What the hell is going on?”
“You didn’t hear?” Hikaru asked, grabbing Inoo’s backpack off the boy’s shoulders and opening it, digging around for his lunch, “There’s a new junior,” he found the bento box and squeaked happily, setting it on the table so he could begin eating.
Inoo rolled his eyes and stole a role from Yabu’s lunch, “A new kid, so what? There’s new kids all the time.”
Yabu shook his head, “This new guy looks like a mix between Tegoshi-kun, Kamenashi-kun and Jin-kun. It’s creepy.”
“The guy is hot,” Hikaru mumbled, mouth full of broccoli, and he swallowed before adding, “I mean really hot.”
Inoo frowned, running his fingers through his short black hair.
Four
Daiki sighed as he flopped onto Inoo’s lap, his head resting back against Inoo’s shoulder.
“This sucks,” the shorter boy mumbled, “This totally sucks.”
“It’s a good opportunity,” Inoo reminded his friend, wrapping his thin arms around his waist, “You might debut with HeySay7.”
“I don’t want to debut without you though,” Daiki shifted til he was sitting sideways on Inoo’s lap, his breath ghosting against the other’s neck, “Why can’t you be a part of HeySay7?”
Inoo shrugged, keeping his thoughts of insecurity to himself as he hugged Daiki closer.
Five
Being in a group with nine other guys wasn’t easy, Inoo learned very quickly. They took forever to get ready, especially when Yuto decided to steal Keito’s and Yamada’s clothes. It was impossible to ever come to a decision when going out for lunch, with everyone liking something different. There were a lot of grievances that came from being a nine member group, but the biggest one of all hurt Inoo the most. It wasn’t Hikaru’s pranking that sometimes led to bodily harm, or the intense practices they had to endure over and over again because they could never be perfect with that many boys.
It was the self-hatred, Inoo realized sadly, as he cried alone in a cramped bathroom stall.
+ One
Nineteen year old Inoo Kei stood in front of his mother’s full length mirror, dressed only in his black boxer briefs. He’s filled out over the years, his bones don’t stick out as much and he’s finally developed some muscle definition, but overall, he’s still a scrawny kid, with messy black and skin paler than the snow.
“Oh well,” he shrugged, eyeing his small butt in the mirror, “I may not be as sexy as Takaki, or as cool as Yabu. I’m definitely nothing in the muscle compartment compared to Keito, and I’m not nearly as funny as Hikaru or Yuto. I can’t sing as well as Yamada and I’m not cute like Chinen or Daiki, not awesome in the way Ryutaro is.”
Inoo ruffled his hair, pouting his lips, “But I’m super pretty, and that’s good enough for me.”