[Sket Dance] Bad Day
Title: Bad Day
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was though being the leader, and sometimes, Bossun can't help but feel like falling. Those are the times it is Switch and Himeko's turn to extend their hands and pick him up, just like he extended his to them before. SketDan-some. [Threesome] A little exploration on their friendship... and more.
Truth is, This was suppossed to be a R-18/NC-17 Fic, but... I failed to write the porn. Since it ended pretty well without it, I'll leave it like that. But maybe someday I'll continue it with the R-18 bonus...
Some minor spoilers.
Plain. Plain and normal. If anyone looked at him, talked to him, he was pretty sure they would forget about him or just remember him as some whatshisface guy. True, he did have some talents; some really special talents. But... in the end, it didn't mean anything. Why was always-cheerful Bossun, Fujisaki Yuusuke, thinking like this? It was just a particulary bad day; running on the student council while solving a case and having it taken from their hands easily by them, alongside a nice hardcore headache from using his "connection" mode too much.
In days like these, he just felt like not doing anything at all. Even going home. That was why he was still at the Sket-Dan room, face down on the nice couch they had gotten from that kid, practically sulking. That damned Agata Soujiro and his coolness, the guy was such a genius. Popularity character poll aside, he couldn't seem to win against him. It was extremely frustrating.
"Bossun? What are ya still doin' here?" came Himeko's roughly accented voice from the door. "Classes and activities are over, ya should go home, Switch and I were just goin'-- Bossun?" The chocolate haired leader twitched a little on his place at the couch, but didn't seem to move otherwise. Himeko's heels echoed on the floor as she got closer. "Oi, Bossun. What's wrong? Ya sleepin'?" No response at all. Maybe if he didn't say anything, Himeko would get bored, throw him a few insults and leave him alone. He didn't want her worrying about him. Not when he was being such a child.
A few steps and then, the sound of capable fingers pressing on keyboards at incredible speed. The robotic tune of Switch's voice's system filling their ears. "Eh? You're still here? Are you both planning on spending the night here or something? A request I didn't hear about?"
Himeko chuckled. "'course not. It's friday, I promised Momoka I would spend some time with her and the girls, but I don't know about Bossun, he just seems pretty dead to me just lying there like a corpse" simply said the blonde girl. "Oi, idiot. Do ya want to end up locked on here when they close the school? Cm'on, let's leave." added the Onihime, getting closer to the leader and touching his shoulder.
"It's fine guys... Just leave... I'll go in a few minutes..." Said Bossun, but his voice did sound alien even to his own ears. He wasn't surprised when Himeko's grip on his shoulder tightened; he kicked himself mentally. He was such a bad liar.
"Bossun, are ya okay?" Came the girl's worried voice, and Bossun felt like dying. A leader wasn't meant to worry his friends like that. He was failing.
"He doesn't seem in a good condition at all. Are you perhaps, feeling ill?" asked Switch, and even through the computarized voice, he could feel the glassed-boy's worry too. This really sucked.
"I'm just a little tired, nothing to worry about hahaha" he laughed, but his laugh seemed false. Himeko's grip tightened again, and pain shot up his body. "Oi Himeko, that hurts..."he said and finally got up from lying on the couch, sitting on it and sighing, rubbing his shoulder "Do you need to be such a beast? That really hurt.."
Himeko was glaring at him,and for a moment, he wanted to turn his eyes away, but it would make it even more suspicious. A little weight pressed on the couch at his side, and he looked to see Switch sitting down, silent.
So they were really not going to leave.
"What's wrong, Bossun? Ya look like yer gonna cry or somethin' . Did somethin' bad happen?" Asked Himeko, pushing him a little further. Bossun remained silent for a second and before he could deny it, Switch talked again.
"You are upset about what happened with the student council, are you not?" typed Switch and Bossun felt like hitting him. Why did he have to be so spot on on times like these? Most of the time, Switch just said stupid things to ease the atmosphere. It didn't seem to be the case.
"Oh come on, Really?" said Himeko, sighing dramatically and almost slapping her head. "Bossun, get over it. It wasn't yer fault. They played dirty there, picking the case in the middle of it, It was just too easy from there...Ya did awesome, so stop sulking like a kid. Do ya want a candy?" she said, taking out one of her classical pelollipop candy from her bluse's pocket.
"He might really cry or even die from that candy though, Nee-san" Intervened Switch. And Bossun just had to smile a little bit at them, Himeko slapping Switch on the side of the head at his remark.
"It's not that guys... I'm really fine" he said, forcing a smile. "Let's just better leave, you're right, we're going to get locked here..."
"It is not that late yet, we've still got fourty eight minutes with ten seconds before the school closes " Said Switch, his eyes looking at Bossun and Himeko, but hidden by his glasses.
"And we're not leaving 'til ya tell us what's bothering ya. We're friends, okay? Ya can trust us..." Said Himeko encouraging him. "I'm not sure I won't hit ya if it's somethin' really stupid, but i'll try okay?" she added instantly, feeling he might be scared about that.
"Really guys, you worry too much. My head just hurts a little. " yes,that was right. His pride hurt more than a little too, but it wasn't really important.
"Man, Bossun.... yer an awesome leader, do ya need us to repeat it everyday?" said Himeko, turning her eyes to the side , a little blush on her pale cheeks. "We... wouldn't follow just everyone, ya know? Right, Switch?"
"Of course" said the black haired otaku. " And we're not the only ones who think like that, Bossun... I guess we should just prove it to you, don't we, Nee-san?"
Himeko crossed a glance with Switch and it seemed like they were communicating without words, doubt filling their silent exchange even while Switch's words had seemed totally sure a few seconds ago. Bossun didn't understand. Prove it? How?
It was extremely sudden. Bossun's eyes opened like plates, a gasp leaving his mouth. Himeko had placed her hands on his shoulders, getting closer to him until their noses touched, before awkwardly pressing her soft lips against Bossun's ones, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. What was she doing?! And why wasn't Switch saying anything! Himeko's lips moved over his unsure, as if she didn't have any experience and didn't want to fuck up. Bossun, through his confusion, did his best to return the kiss, moving his lips along with hers. Strangeness aside, this did felt good. A few seconds later, she pulled back, her grip on his shoulders staying. He looked at the blonde confused.
"H-Himeko? Why?" He managed to ask. A cute blush in his boyish cheeks.
"Because we want ya to know how special you are... at least...to--us." Said Himeko, the blush on her cheeks expanding at her own words. After all, outside her tomboyish personality, she was a girl, and one that was very shy about her feelings and showing care for others . There was no denying what she felt about Bossun; though she couldn't name it, he was one of the most important persons for her, and she couldn't stand seeing him just trying to be strong for the three of them. He had already helped her by saving her from the darkness and loneliness which was her past; she would never let him fall, it was her turn to do something for him. And in those seconds she had looked into Switch's seemingly emotionless eyes, she knew Switch was the same, so when the otaku came closer, hugging Bossun from behind softly, she found she didn't mind at all; if it wasn't the three of them , it would be strange after all. They were the Sket Dan, and they were together in this.
"S-Switch?!" Bossun felt lost, his other friend arms circling his waist and his breath tickling his ear, making goosebumps rise in his flesh. From the position they were in, he knew the glassed boy had left his computer aside and couldn't talk, so Switch's soft kiss on the side of his head was enough answer. Switch himself knew , the infinite gratitude he had for the googled leader for helping him tear down one of his biggest walls and getting him out of his self created cage would get him to do anything for him. It was not love, not in the way people thought about it. Their bond went beyond that, but it was pretty close. But Bossun tended to be so selfless it was pretty much impossible to do something for him. Know, was the time. And it wasn't like they didn't want to worship him. He knew both himself and Himeko were dying to make Bossun come undone in their hands, claim him as theirs for a few seconds and take his worries away.
"Wait...both of you..." They both froze in their tracks. It all didn't mean much if Bossun didn't want them; they could never force him. Himeko's hands left his shoulders and Switch's arms disentangled from around his waist, they both waiting. "I..." What did he even want to say? He loved both Himeko and Switch, trusted them to no end and , even though he could deny it if he tried, he wanted this. Wanted their touch. He resolved; Fuck everything, he could sort this out later, right now he was glad to be catched from his fall.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was though being the leader, and sometimes, Bossun can't help but feel like falling. Those are the times it is Switch and Himeko's turn to extend their hands and pick him up, just like he extended his to them before. SketDan-some. [Threesome] A little exploration on their friendship... and more.
Truth is, This was suppossed to be a R-18/NC-17 Fic, but... I failed to write the porn. Since it ended pretty well without it, I'll leave it like that. But maybe someday I'll continue it with the R-18 bonus...
Some minor spoilers.
Plain. Plain and normal. If anyone looked at him, talked to him, he was pretty sure they would forget about him or just remember him as some whatshisface guy. True, he did have some talents; some really special talents. But... in the end, it didn't mean anything. Why was always-cheerful Bossun, Fujisaki Yuusuke, thinking like this? It was just a particulary bad day; running on the student council while solving a case and having it taken from their hands easily by them, alongside a nice hardcore headache from using his "connection" mode too much.
In days like these, he just felt like not doing anything at all. Even going home. That was why he was still at the Sket-Dan room, face down on the nice couch they had gotten from that kid, practically sulking. That damned Agata Soujiro and his coolness, the guy was such a genius. Popularity character poll aside, he couldn't seem to win against him. It was extremely frustrating.
"Bossun? What are ya still doin' here?" came Himeko's roughly accented voice from the door. "Classes and activities are over, ya should go home, Switch and I were just goin'-- Bossun?" The chocolate haired leader twitched a little on his place at the couch, but didn't seem to move otherwise. Himeko's heels echoed on the floor as she got closer. "Oi, Bossun. What's wrong? Ya sleepin'?" No response at all. Maybe if he didn't say anything, Himeko would get bored, throw him a few insults and leave him alone. He didn't want her worrying about him. Not when he was being such a child.
A few steps and then, the sound of capable fingers pressing on keyboards at incredible speed. The robotic tune of Switch's voice's system filling their ears. "Eh? You're still here? Are you both planning on spending the night here or something? A request I didn't hear about?"
Himeko chuckled. "'course not. It's friday, I promised Momoka I would spend some time with her and the girls, but I don't know about Bossun, he just seems pretty dead to me just lying there like a corpse" simply said the blonde girl. "Oi, idiot. Do ya want to end up locked on here when they close the school? Cm'on, let's leave." added the Onihime, getting closer to the leader and touching his shoulder.
"It's fine guys... Just leave... I'll go in a few minutes..." Said Bossun, but his voice did sound alien even to his own ears. He wasn't surprised when Himeko's grip on his shoulder tightened; he kicked himself mentally. He was such a bad liar.
"Bossun, are ya okay?" Came the girl's worried voice, and Bossun felt like dying. A leader wasn't meant to worry his friends like that. He was failing.
"He doesn't seem in a good condition at all. Are you perhaps, feeling ill?" asked Switch, and even through the computarized voice, he could feel the glassed-boy's worry too. This really sucked.
"I'm just a little tired, nothing to worry about hahaha" he laughed, but his laugh seemed false. Himeko's grip tightened again, and pain shot up his body. "Oi Himeko, that hurts..."he said and finally got up from lying on the couch, sitting on it and sighing, rubbing his shoulder "Do you need to be such a beast? That really hurt.."
Himeko was glaring at him,and for a moment, he wanted to turn his eyes away, but it would make it even more suspicious. A little weight pressed on the couch at his side, and he looked to see Switch sitting down, silent.
So they were really not going to leave.
"What's wrong, Bossun? Ya look like yer gonna cry or somethin' . Did somethin' bad happen?" Asked Himeko, pushing him a little further. Bossun remained silent for a second and before he could deny it, Switch talked again.
"You are upset about what happened with the student council, are you not?" typed Switch and Bossun felt like hitting him. Why did he have to be so spot on on times like these? Most of the time, Switch just said stupid things to ease the atmosphere. It didn't seem to be the case.
"Oh come on, Really?" said Himeko, sighing dramatically and almost slapping her head. "Bossun, get over it. It wasn't yer fault. They played dirty there, picking the case in the middle of it, It was just too easy from there...Ya did awesome, so stop sulking like a kid. Do ya want a candy?" she said, taking out one of her classical pelollipop candy from her bluse's pocket.
"He might really cry or even die from that candy though, Nee-san" Intervened Switch. And Bossun just had to smile a little bit at them, Himeko slapping Switch on the side of the head at his remark.
"It's not that guys... I'm really fine" he said, forcing a smile. "Let's just better leave, you're right, we're going to get locked here..."
"It is not that late yet, we've still got fourty eight minutes with ten seconds before the school closes " Said Switch, his eyes looking at Bossun and Himeko, but hidden by his glasses.
"And we're not leaving 'til ya tell us what's bothering ya. We're friends, okay? Ya can trust us..." Said Himeko encouraging him. "I'm not sure I won't hit ya if it's somethin' really stupid, but i'll try okay?" she added instantly, feeling he might be scared about that.
"Really guys, you worry too much. My head just hurts a little. " yes,that was right. His pride hurt more than a little too, but it wasn't really important.
"Man, Bossun.... yer an awesome leader, do ya need us to repeat it everyday?" said Himeko, turning her eyes to the side , a little blush on her pale cheeks. "We... wouldn't follow just everyone, ya know? Right, Switch?"
"Of course" said the black haired otaku. " And we're not the only ones who think like that, Bossun... I guess we should just prove it to you, don't we, Nee-san?"
Himeko crossed a glance with Switch and it seemed like they were communicating without words, doubt filling their silent exchange even while Switch's words had seemed totally sure a few seconds ago. Bossun didn't understand. Prove it? How?
It was extremely sudden. Bossun's eyes opened like plates, a gasp leaving his mouth. Himeko had placed her hands on his shoulders, getting closer to him until their noses touched, before awkwardly pressing her soft lips against Bossun's ones, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. What was she doing?! And why wasn't Switch saying anything! Himeko's lips moved over his unsure, as if she didn't have any experience and didn't want to fuck up. Bossun, through his confusion, did his best to return the kiss, moving his lips along with hers. Strangeness aside, this did felt good. A few seconds later, she pulled back, her grip on his shoulders staying. He looked at the blonde confused.
"H-Himeko? Why?" He managed to ask. A cute blush in his boyish cheeks.
"Because we want ya to know how special you are... at least...to--us." Said Himeko, the blush on her cheeks expanding at her own words. After all, outside her tomboyish personality, she was a girl, and one that was very shy about her feelings and showing care for others . There was no denying what she felt about Bossun; though she couldn't name it, he was one of the most important persons for her, and she couldn't stand seeing him just trying to be strong for the three of them. He had already helped her by saving her from the darkness and loneliness which was her past; she would never let him fall, it was her turn to do something for him. And in those seconds she had looked into Switch's seemingly emotionless eyes, she knew Switch was the same, so when the otaku came closer, hugging Bossun from behind softly, she found she didn't mind at all; if it wasn't the three of them , it would be strange after all. They were the Sket Dan, and they were together in this.
"S-Switch?!" Bossun felt lost, his other friend arms circling his waist and his breath tickling his ear, making goosebumps rise in his flesh. From the position they were in, he knew the glassed boy had left his computer aside and couldn't talk, so Switch's soft kiss on the side of his head was enough answer. Switch himself knew , the infinite gratitude he had for the googled leader for helping him tear down one of his biggest walls and getting him out of his self created cage would get him to do anything for him. It was not love, not in the way people thought about it. Their bond went beyond that, but it was pretty close. But Bossun tended to be so selfless it was pretty much impossible to do something for him. Know, was the time. And it wasn't like they didn't want to worship him. He knew both himself and Himeko were dying to make Bossun come undone in their hands, claim him as theirs for a few seconds and take his worries away.
"Wait...both of you..." They both froze in their tracks. It all didn't mean much if Bossun didn't want them; they could never force him. Himeko's hands left his shoulders and Switch's arms disentangled from around his waist, they both waiting. "I..." What did he even want to say? He loved both Himeko and Switch, trusted them to no end and , even though he could deny it if he tried, he wanted this. Wanted their touch. He resolved; Fuck everything, he could sort this out later, right now he was glad to be catched from his fall.