[Fanfic] 5 times Yuto watched Yamada practice his solo dance + 1 time it caused a nosebleed [1x]
Title: 5 times Yuto watched Yamada practice his solo dance + 1 time it caused a nosebleed
Author: hsj_jumpstart
Pairing(s): Yamajima
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Notes: my first prompt for the Yamajima-thon. SUPPORT YAMAJIIMA, PEOPLE!
I
"Whaa?" Yuto found himself being pulled by the sleeve of his shirt by Ryosuke, who was leading him to the dance studio. "Yama-chan, what is it?"
"I need your help."
All sorts of perverted things filled the boy's head and he quickly brushed them aside-saving them in a corner of his brain for another day. "Help with what?"
Ryosuke pushed him into the room and closed the door behind them. "My solo dance! I can't get it right, and I'm afraid instructor will get mad at me." Ryosuke pouted.
"Well, how am I supposed to help? I don't know the dance."
"Watch and observe." Ryosuke trodded over to the stereo and pressed the play button.
Yuto then tried his hardest to pay attention to what Ryosuke wanted him to observe, but thoughts of wanting to molest his best friend spilled into the main thoughts section of his brain, and all he saw in his head was ... well, we don't need to go there.
II
"No, no, NO! You're doing it ALL wrong! It's left step, not right step! NO, hands up not down!"
"Gomen nasai," Ryosuke replied softly, staring at his feet.
The instructor sighed and shook his head. "We'll work on this more next time. In the meanwhile, practice. Got it?"
"Hai, I understand."
As soon as Ryosuke's dance teacher had left the room, he turned towards the boy sitting in a corner of the room, desperately trying to avoid looking at him.
"YUTO! You said it looked good!"
He shrugged in return. Your "dance" looked good in my head.
III
"Roll or thrust?"
"What?"
"Roll or thrust?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about. If you want a strawberry roll cake I'll get it for you, but I've never heard of a strawberry thrust."
Ryosuke stared at him. "I meant, hip roll or hip thrust, bakayaro. I'm trying to improvise my dance."
"Oh. Erm...why don't you demonstrate for me, Yama-chan?" Yuto said slyly, trying not to let his giddiness show.
Ryosuke, as innocent as he could be, shrugged and did what he was requested to, not knowing that Yuto had secretely pulled out a cell phone and had recorded the whole thing.
IV
"What are you doing, Yuto?"
"Hiding."
"From who?"
"Yamada."
"Why?"
"Because he got yelled at by his dance instructor for doing something wrong again and Yama-chan is going to get mad at me for not paying attention again when I was watching him practice and didn't give him any constructive criticism."
"Oh. Okay. One more question, Yuto."
"Fine, just hurry, Ryutaro! Before he comes."
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that it was probably not a smart idea to hide underneath this table because some staff members just placed a bowl filled to the brim with strawberries on it."
"GO AWAY NOW!"
"Too late," said a voice, and suddenly, Ryosuke appeared underneath the table, a scary expression on his face.
V
"Done. I think I got it."
"Got what?" Yuto asked, gently rubing the big bump on his head that had been caused by a certain somebody.
"The dance. I FINALLY got it. You better watch this time..."
"I promise," Yuto said solemnly. He never wanted to face the Wrath of Yamada Ryosuke ever again.
Ryosuke positioned himself in the center of the room, gesturing to Yuto to press the music, and Ryosuke became one with the hot and heavy Spanish-style tune. His hands swirled in the air, he rolled his body from head to his toe in a sexy manner, he thrust his hips out, hair covering his eyes. He licked his mouth seductively and ended the dance with a hip roll. Once the music had stopped, he blinked and looked over at Yuto. "So how was I?"
Yuto was speechless. "S-s-"
"Sucky?"
"N-no. S-s-sexy."
"Why is there blood underneath your nose?"
VI
Yuto grabbed his backpack off the floor, swinging it over his shoulder. When he turned around to leave, he almost jumped in surprise at Ryosuke, standing at the door, who was gazing at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Hi, Yama-chan. You scared me there. Didn't hear you come in."
"I know."
"Know what?"
"I know what you were thinking."
"You know that I felt like eating some chips?"
"No. I know what you imagined of my dance."
"Y-you do?"
Ryosuke nodded once. "It must be hard picturing a dance without the actual person doing it though. Need some help?" And before Yuto could answer, Ryosuke leaned over, and locked the door.
Yuto had to walk around with two small rolled up pieces of tissues stuck into his nose for a couple of hours after that.
A/N- I'll just leave what happened to your imagination :D
Author: hsj_jumpstart
Pairing(s): Yamajima
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Notes: my first prompt for the Yamajima-thon. SUPPORT YAMAJIIMA, PEOPLE!
I
"Whaa?" Yuto found himself being pulled by the sleeve of his shirt by Ryosuke, who was leading him to the dance studio. "Yama-chan, what is it?"
"I need your help."
All sorts of perverted things filled the boy's head and he quickly brushed them aside-saving them in a corner of his brain for another day. "Help with what?"
Ryosuke pushed him into the room and closed the door behind them. "My solo dance! I can't get it right, and I'm afraid instructor will get mad at me." Ryosuke pouted.
"Well, how am I supposed to help? I don't know the dance."
"Watch and observe." Ryosuke trodded over to the stereo and pressed the play button.
Yuto then tried his hardest to pay attention to what Ryosuke wanted him to observe, but thoughts of wanting to molest his best friend spilled into the main thoughts section of his brain, and all he saw in his head was ... well, we don't need to go there.
II
"No, no, NO! You're doing it ALL wrong! It's left step, not right step! NO, hands up not down!"
"Gomen nasai," Ryosuke replied softly, staring at his feet.
The instructor sighed and shook his head. "We'll work on this more next time. In the meanwhile, practice. Got it?"
"Hai, I understand."
As soon as Ryosuke's dance teacher had left the room, he turned towards the boy sitting in a corner of the room, desperately trying to avoid looking at him.
"YUTO! You said it looked good!"
He shrugged in return. Your "dance" looked good in my head.
III
"Roll or thrust?"
"What?"
"Roll or thrust?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about. If you want a strawberry roll cake I'll get it for you, but I've never heard of a strawberry thrust."
Ryosuke stared at him. "I meant, hip roll or hip thrust, bakayaro. I'm trying to improvise my dance."
"Oh. Erm...why don't you demonstrate for me, Yama-chan?" Yuto said slyly, trying not to let his giddiness show.
Ryosuke, as innocent as he could be, shrugged and did what he was requested to, not knowing that Yuto had secretely pulled out a cell phone and had recorded the whole thing.
IV
"What are you doing, Yuto?"
"Hiding."
"From who?"
"Yamada."
"Why?"
"Because he got yelled at by his dance instructor for doing something wrong again and Yama-chan is going to get mad at me for not paying attention again when I was watching him practice and didn't give him any constructive criticism."
"Oh. Okay. One more question, Yuto."
"Fine, just hurry, Ryutaro! Before he comes."
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that it was probably not a smart idea to hide underneath this table because some staff members just placed a bowl filled to the brim with strawberries on it."
"GO AWAY NOW!"
"Too late," said a voice, and suddenly, Ryosuke appeared underneath the table, a scary expression on his face.
V
"Done. I think I got it."
"Got what?" Yuto asked, gently rubing the big bump on his head that had been caused by a certain somebody.
"The dance. I FINALLY got it. You better watch this time..."
"I promise," Yuto said solemnly. He never wanted to face the Wrath of Yamada Ryosuke ever again.
Ryosuke positioned himself in the center of the room, gesturing to Yuto to press the music, and Ryosuke became one with the hot and heavy Spanish-style tune. His hands swirled in the air, he rolled his body from head to his toe in a sexy manner, he thrust his hips out, hair covering his eyes. He licked his mouth seductively and ended the dance with a hip roll. Once the music had stopped, he blinked and looked over at Yuto. "So how was I?"
Yuto was speechless. "S-s-"
"Sucky?"
"N-no. S-s-sexy."
"Why is there blood underneath your nose?"
VI
Yuto grabbed his backpack off the floor, swinging it over his shoulder. When he turned around to leave, he almost jumped in surprise at Ryosuke, standing at the door, who was gazing at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Hi, Yama-chan. You scared me there. Didn't hear you come in."
"I know."
"Know what?"
"I know what you were thinking."
"You know that I felt like eating some chips?"
"No. I know what you imagined of my dance."
"Y-you do?"
Ryosuke nodded once. "It must be hard picturing a dance without the actual person doing it though. Need some help?" And before Yuto could answer, Ryosuke leaned over, and locked the door.
Yuto had to walk around with two small rolled up pieces of tissues stuck into his nose for a couple of hours after that.
A/N- I'll just leave what happened to your imagination :D