Something
Title: Something
Author: hotfruits
Pairing: Koyashige
Rating: G for fluff
Disclaimer: I wish
Summary: The somethings that make Shige love Koyama. (Written in second person).
Written for the koyato prompt 'Something'
x-posted to wasurenaisa and jent_fanfics
There has always been something about Koyama that has attracted your attention. It began with his body, long arms dangling beside his thin stomach and long legs extending from tiny hips. Back then, he moved so awkwardly against his long limbs. Now, he moves with grace, his limbs flying beautiful with his body as his tan skin shines under the fluorescent lights.
It continued with his voice, a love/hate relationship that has plagued you for eight years. You hate it when he talks non-stop, chattering away about the most useless topics. You hate it when he sings on stage, falsely polished and way too rehearsed. You love it though, his voice soft with sleep as he wishes you a good night and to not stay up too late studying, and when he calls the next morning, cheerful as he reminds you to eat breakfast. You love it when he sings for you, only you as he runs his hands through your hair. His voice isn't phenomenal, but it's sincere and it warms your heart, chasing away the darkness so you sleep peacefully in every hotel room.
In between those two but more after his voice, it kept on going with his personality. Never in your life have you met someone so genuinely kind, a kindness that didn't end when the camera stopped rolling, but went even further beyond that. You've watched Koyama counsel trainees and juniors, helping them with their steps or with their problems, no matter how busy he was. You've watched Koyama carrying in breakfast, lunch and dinner for NewS, without ever being asked to. Koyama loves to help, anything from stray animals to his sister, to an elderly woman who can't carry all of her groceries. You feel lucky receiving Koyama's care, twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week.
All of these somethings that make up Koyama, end with a little something called love. You love looking up at him, his smile bright as you stand on your toes to kiss him. The way his hands, long skinny fingers, fit perfectly with your short, calloused tips. You love listening to him talk about his family, an arm around your waist as you dream about having one with him, and the promises he makes that that dream will come true someday. You love watching him mother the entire Jimusho, bustling about with pillows and food, and whatever food he has leftover he'll give to the homeless people he finds in the park.
There are so many somethings you love about Koyama, that when you think about it, it really comes down to loving every single little thing about. And that's the best something right there.
Author: hotfruits
Pairing: Koyashige
Rating: G for fluff
Disclaimer: I wish
Summary: The somethings that make Shige love Koyama. (Written in second person).
Written for the koyato prompt 'Something'
x-posted to wasurenaisa and jent_fanfics
There has always been something about Koyama that has attracted your attention. It began with his body, long arms dangling beside his thin stomach and long legs extending from tiny hips. Back then, he moved so awkwardly against his long limbs. Now, he moves with grace, his limbs flying beautiful with his body as his tan skin shines under the fluorescent lights.
It continued with his voice, a love/hate relationship that has plagued you for eight years. You hate it when he talks non-stop, chattering away about the most useless topics. You hate it when he sings on stage, falsely polished and way too rehearsed. You love it though, his voice soft with sleep as he wishes you a good night and to not stay up too late studying, and when he calls the next morning, cheerful as he reminds you to eat breakfast. You love it when he sings for you, only you as he runs his hands through your hair. His voice isn't phenomenal, but it's sincere and it warms your heart, chasing away the darkness so you sleep peacefully in every hotel room.
In between those two but more after his voice, it kept on going with his personality. Never in your life have you met someone so genuinely kind, a kindness that didn't end when the camera stopped rolling, but went even further beyond that. You've watched Koyama counsel trainees and juniors, helping them with their steps or with their problems, no matter how busy he was. You've watched Koyama carrying in breakfast, lunch and dinner for NewS, without ever being asked to. Koyama loves to help, anything from stray animals to his sister, to an elderly woman who can't carry all of her groceries. You feel lucky receiving Koyama's care, twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week.
All of these somethings that make up Koyama, end with a little something called love. You love looking up at him, his smile bright as you stand on your toes to kiss him. The way his hands, long skinny fingers, fit perfectly with your short, calloused tips. You love listening to him talk about his family, an arm around your waist as you dream about having one with him, and the promises he makes that that dream will come true someday. You love watching him mother the entire Jimusho, bustling about with pillows and food, and whatever food he has leftover he'll give to the homeless people he finds in the park.
There are so many somethings you love about Koyama, that when you think about it, it really comes down to loving every single little thing about. And that's the best something right there.