2 drabbles
Couple of things written for a meme. They're both failed attempts at writing something for je100 too - first one for keitai week, second one for pets week :p
Title: Happy Birthday (kira kira)
Pairing: SanaZawa
Rating: G
Notes: Because of their benbu blogs and how much more shiny Nokkun's is.
It begins in the morning. A classmate happens to be peering over his shoulder when Sanada receives a Happy Birthday text message. By lunchtime, everyone in school knows about his secret girlfriend. By the end of the day, she has been declared to be either a rising member of AKB48 or that girl at the surf club with the cute flip-flops. His brother, using unfathomable skills, has already found out and informed much of their extended family by dinner time. The next day, Sanada’s dad sits him down for an awkward discussion about respecting his girlfriends. By the end of the week, somehow, he and his girlfriend are deemed broken up (tragically, according to Haruna in the A/V club) and Sanada can’t help but feel a little sad.
He complains about it to Nozawa. It is, afterall, all Nozawa’s fault for texting like a girl. His partner just laughs about it and sends Sanada another incomprehensible text filled with stars and cherry emoji.
Title: World keeps revolving
Pairing: Tottsu/Hasshi
Rating: G
Notes: This is based on that Shokura a while back where Tottsu basically collapsed into Hasshi's arms at the end of A.B.C-Z's performance. Also, I think they decided Hasshi was a Maltese, but I didn't go back and check interviews... Definitely some sort of lapdog >_>
With about three minutes left before they have to be on stage again, Tottsu and Hasshi are perched on a bench backstage. People are rushing all around, each with their own eminent drama. Hasshi glares thoroughly at all of them, sempai and kouhai alike, whenever they get too noisy. Tottsu, who has had his forehead pressed to Hasshi’s arm for quite some time, is waiting for the world to stop spinning. He feels like a massive weight is keeping his eyes shut. At times like this, he wishes he could do like Kitayama - drop into sleep with ease and then wake up, refreshed and ready, as soon as he was needed.
Hasshi shifts around a little, carefully wrapping both arms around his band mate, and Tottsu lets the kid pull him closer. The rustle of fabric as their costumes slide against each other is oddly loud to him. He buries his face in the crook of Hasshi’s neck. He sort of thinks he could open his eyes now, except he really doesn’t want to.
“I was thinking, ne,” Hasshi mumbles into Tottsu’s hair, “I don’t think I can be Tottsu’s Maltese.”
Tottsu (mostly) stifles a laugh. He’s sure the boy is going somewhere with this.
“Because, like, Tottsu does lots for me. Like, lots. But, like, I help Tottsu too, don’t I? So, I was thinking that maybe that makes me, like, your Labrador? Or Beagle… No, Labrador. Because I’m big. I’ll be Tottsu’s Labrador, ne.”
Slinking his arms around Hasshi’s shoulders, Tottsu wriggles into a more upright position. He blinks at the kid a few times as the real world gradually comes back into focus. (Hasshi’s blushing furiously, though it’s mixed with what looks like relief - that his band mate’s still conscious, Tottsu supposes. He’s relieved about that too). He holds Hasshi’s chin between his thumb and index finger, makes him face forward, then plants a kiss on the kid’s cheek, letting his lips linger maybe that big longer than he really ought. Some passing chibis giggle and he gets smirks and rolled-eyes from a crowd of passing Snowmen and MADEs.
“Thank you,” he says, and begins slowly untangling himself from Hasshi.
“I think you still need to be Goseki’s Maltese,” he adds as an afterthought, “He’d be sad if you weren’t.”
“My pet?” Goseki enquires, appearing beside them. Kawai’s hanging off his shoulders. Tsukada’s behind them, arguing with talking to his bottle of Pocari Sweat.
“Me?” Hasshi replies promptly, raising his hand on instinct. He drops it sheepishly straight away. Goseki graces the boy with one of his most indulgent smiles.
“Oh, good. We’d better get going, I think,” he declares, ignoring how Kawai’s muffling his laughter in his collar.
Title: Happy Birthday (kira kira)
Pairing: SanaZawa
Rating: G
Notes: Because of their benbu blogs and how much more shiny Nokkun's is.
It begins in the morning. A classmate happens to be peering over his shoulder when Sanada receives a Happy Birthday text message. By lunchtime, everyone in school knows about his secret girlfriend. By the end of the day, she has been declared to be either a rising member of AKB48 or that girl at the surf club with the cute flip-flops. His brother, using unfathomable skills, has already found out and informed much of their extended family by dinner time. The next day, Sanada’s dad sits him down for an awkward discussion about respecting his girlfriends. By the end of the week, somehow, he and his girlfriend are deemed broken up (tragically, according to Haruna in the A/V club) and Sanada can’t help but feel a little sad.
He complains about it to Nozawa. It is, afterall, all Nozawa’s fault for texting like a girl. His partner just laughs about it and sends Sanada another incomprehensible text filled with stars and cherry emoji.
Title: World keeps revolving
Pairing: Tottsu/Hasshi
Rating: G
Notes: This is based on that Shokura a while back where Tottsu basically collapsed into Hasshi's arms at the end of A.B.C-Z's performance. Also, I think they decided Hasshi was a Maltese, but I didn't go back and check interviews... Definitely some sort of lapdog >_>
With about three minutes left before they have to be on stage again, Tottsu and Hasshi are perched on a bench backstage. People are rushing all around, each with their own eminent drama. Hasshi glares thoroughly at all of them, sempai and kouhai alike, whenever they get too noisy. Tottsu, who has had his forehead pressed to Hasshi’s arm for quite some time, is waiting for the world to stop spinning. He feels like a massive weight is keeping his eyes shut. At times like this, he wishes he could do like Kitayama - drop into sleep with ease and then wake up, refreshed and ready, as soon as he was needed.
Hasshi shifts around a little, carefully wrapping both arms around his band mate, and Tottsu lets the kid pull him closer. The rustle of fabric as their costumes slide against each other is oddly loud to him. He buries his face in the crook of Hasshi’s neck. He sort of thinks he could open his eyes now, except he really doesn’t want to.
“I was thinking, ne,” Hasshi mumbles into Tottsu’s hair, “I don’t think I can be Tottsu’s Maltese.”
Tottsu (mostly) stifles a laugh. He’s sure the boy is going somewhere with this.
“Because, like, Tottsu does lots for me. Like, lots. But, like, I help Tottsu too, don’t I? So, I was thinking that maybe that makes me, like, your Labrador? Or Beagle… No, Labrador. Because I’m big. I’ll be Tottsu’s Labrador, ne.”
Slinking his arms around Hasshi’s shoulders, Tottsu wriggles into a more upright position. He blinks at the kid a few times as the real world gradually comes back into focus. (Hasshi’s blushing furiously, though it’s mixed with what looks like relief - that his band mate’s still conscious, Tottsu supposes. He’s relieved about that too). He holds Hasshi’s chin between his thumb and index finger, makes him face forward, then plants a kiss on the kid’s cheek, letting his lips linger maybe that big longer than he really ought. Some passing chibis giggle and he gets smirks and rolled-eyes from a crowd of passing Snowmen and MADEs.
“Thank you,” he says, and begins slowly untangling himself from Hasshi.
“I think you still need to be Goseki’s Maltese,” he adds as an afterthought, “He’d be sad if you weren’t.”
“My pet?” Goseki enquires, appearing beside them. Kawai’s hanging off his shoulders. Tsukada’s behind them, arguing with talking to his bottle of Pocari Sweat.
“Me?” Hasshi replies promptly, raising his hand on instinct. He drops it sheepishly straight away. Goseki graces the boy with one of his most indulgent smiles.
“Oh, good. We’d better get going, I think,” he declares, ignoring how Kawai’s muffling his laughter in his collar.