A short conversation that I never used.

I despise script format, but since I'm not really posting this anywhere or claiming it's a story...

Hiroto: I always thought Tora-san and Nao-san would make a cute couple.

Tora: What?!

Saga: But Nao-san likes really cute things...

Tora: Hey!

Hiroto: Tora's not really a tiger. He's a kitten. A cute, fluffy snuggle ( Read more... )

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On the Contrary - 1

A slight draft blew through the room, making Nao shiver and bury himself deeper against Saga's side. He couldn't imagine how the bassist, wearing a thin cotton shirt and pajama pants, could be so warm. As he pulled the blanket they shared up around his shoulders, he felt Saga's hand slip lower on his back.

"Sagaaa…"

Saga wore a ( Read more... )

Nao poured the boiling water into the cups, whisking the powder into it until it took on the colour of tea. He carried the tray to the table, setting a glass in front of Saga.

"This must be so difficult for you," Nao said, watching as Saga attempted to cool the tea without giving Nao a seductive look as he blew.

"And how about you? Is that ( Read more... )

Saga's candy binge continued into practice. Between songs, he savored handfuls of gummi bears and little chocolate truffles until Nao, exercising his authority as bandleader, ordered him to stop on threat of being cuffed with a drumstick. When Saga tested his resolve by putting one more gummi bear in his mouth, Nao lunged and was only stopped by ( Read more... )

Just as he was about to drift back to sleep, Saga heard the door shut. Nao was back. He sat up, expecting the drummer to appear in the doorway at any minute. However, it was nearly ten minutes of hearing badly suppressed giggling from the living room later before Nao popped his head in.

"Saga-kun," he stepped forward, revealing his outfit. "Do ( Read more... )

Pulse

Coffee... coffee, coffee, coffee... YAY!

For Nao, it was late. Terribly late. A long day of recording had left his mind in a swirl of noise that could only be fixed with the wonderfully caffeine-filled drink known as coffee. Which is why he didn't notice anything strange about his kitchen when he stumbled in and, with both hands, brought ( Read more... )

Under Saga's criticizing stare, Nao begin to think he had done something wrong before the date even started, and he had a hunch it was a matter of appearance. Saga was done up glamorously in dark-washed jeans that clung to his legs just enough, the leather jacket that laced up in the back covering a white undershirt just aching to make a show of ( Read more... )

Don't Hesitate

He was an animal. Pouncing, prowling, his voice rising from guttural growls to something lyrical, enchanting with an elegant purity, before cutting off into crazed laughter.

Why did he have to wear that low-cut tank top?

That was not to say he wasn't taking things seriously. His antics were bound by a professional attitude that ( Read more... )

Question

Doors lined the hallways, bearing signs with strange combinations of kanji that meant nothing to Nao. He pouted with frustration. How could he have forgotten which room they were in?

Saga had been so adamant in his demand for Nao to be present during the recording of the vocals. But Nao, who had just finished recording the drum tracks and ( Read more... )