Drabble | Secrets| Requested
Title: Secrets
Author: kyu_x
Pairing: Akame
Beta by: lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for: mae0513
Author comments: Inspirited by song Secrets by OneRepublic
Kazuya grins as he opens his locker on KAT-TUN dressing room, the metal door swinging outward to reveal the organized and, he really must admit, coordinated décor of the small unit. But that isn’t what he is smiling about. Halfway up the metal door is a pink post-it note, the bright colour of it nearly glowing in the fluorescent lights of the dressing room. On the top left corner it is labelled as ‘#17’ and in the middle, in black ink, is a sloppily written message. All it says is ‘the bump of your nose’.
Blushing a little, Kazuya lets a finger trace the words carefully. It is amazing how such a little thing can make him feel so good. It all started almost two and a half weeks ago when he had been over at Jin’s house. They had been doing nothing more than talking and watching some TV, everyday things that wouldn’t garner a second look, when Kazuya had let his secret slip.
Kazuya has several secrets, but this one is different; it’s not held for anyone but himself, and it is at the root of many of his thoughts. It affects his everyday life, is something that he is ashamed of and tries to cover with clothes and a proud stance and sharp words. The real truth about Kamenashi Kazuya is that he really isn’t at all that confident. Not about the things that he can’t help, not about his physical features or his less-preferable personality traits. The things that make him unique are also the things that he is the most self-conscious about.
The day after that conversation, short and one sided as it was, these notes started appearing in his locker. Each one is labelled with a number, one for each day, and contains a short message informing him of something likable about himself.
Kazuya has no doubts about who it is, he knows it’s Jin not only because the guy is the only person who knows, but also because Kazuya doesn’t know many other people who could easily go through the effort of breaking into his locker every work day without getting caught.
Giving the note one last look, Kazuya grabs his bag and closes his locker, walking to home with a smile on his face.
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The day Kazuya opens his locker and looks at the post-it note, #42, and reads ‘your ass’, he almost squeaks in shock. He then tries to calm down and let the blush that settles on his cheeks fade away, all the while wishing he had chosen to wear pants that were just a little looser that day. By the time dance practice comes along, however, Kazuya’s mind has switched from embarrassment to another perspective. If he bends over just a little too far to pick up his dropped sheet music while standing right in front of Jin, the other boy doesn’t call him out on it.
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By the time the numbers are reaching the seventies and eighties, Kazuya is sure Jin will start running out of things to say. Write. Whatever. But then they just keep coming, all the way through the nineties and into the hundreds, until the day that Kazuya opens his locker and a post-it, the label ‘#108’ printed on the top, is waiting for him.
As Kazuya reads what is printing on the tiny pink piece of paper, the world falls away and he sinks into the warmth and contentedness that fills his chest. He never thought that he would find himself falling slowly and surely into love with a boy who used to meant nothing to him and who he grew apart from past these years. They spent a lot of time with each other since they became Johnny’s, but they never really got to know each other. But as he thinks of all of the little moments they have shared, the intimacies, he also thinks about the scrapbook he has at home filled with one hundred and seven post-it notes.
#108 will make a perfect addition.
THE END
Author: kyu_x
Pairing: Akame
Beta by: lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for: mae0513
Author comments: Inspirited by song Secrets by OneRepublic
Kazuya grins as he opens his locker on KAT-TUN dressing room, the metal door swinging outward to reveal the organized and, he really must admit, coordinated décor of the small unit. But that isn’t what he is smiling about. Halfway up the metal door is a pink post-it note, the bright colour of it nearly glowing in the fluorescent lights of the dressing room. On the top left corner it is labelled as ‘#17’ and in the middle, in black ink, is a sloppily written message. All it says is ‘the bump of your nose’.
Blushing a little, Kazuya lets a finger trace the words carefully. It is amazing how such a little thing can make him feel so good. It all started almost two and a half weeks ago when he had been over at Jin’s house. They had been doing nothing more than talking and watching some TV, everyday things that wouldn’t garner a second look, when Kazuya had let his secret slip.
Kazuya has several secrets, but this one is different; it’s not held for anyone but himself, and it is at the root of many of his thoughts. It affects his everyday life, is something that he is ashamed of and tries to cover with clothes and a proud stance and sharp words. The real truth about Kamenashi Kazuya is that he really isn’t at all that confident. Not about the things that he can’t help, not about his physical features or his less-preferable personality traits. The things that make him unique are also the things that he is the most self-conscious about.
The day after that conversation, short and one sided as it was, these notes started appearing in his locker. Each one is labelled with a number, one for each day, and contains a short message informing him of something likable about himself.
Kazuya has no doubts about who it is, he knows it’s Jin not only because the guy is the only person who knows, but also because Kazuya doesn’t know many other people who could easily go through the effort of breaking into his locker every work day without getting caught.
Giving the note one last look, Kazuya grabs his bag and closes his locker, walking to home with a smile on his face.
--
The day Kazuya opens his locker and looks at the post-it note, #42, and reads ‘your ass’, he almost squeaks in shock. He then tries to calm down and let the blush that settles on his cheeks fade away, all the while wishing he had chosen to wear pants that were just a little looser that day. By the time dance practice comes along, however, Kazuya’s mind has switched from embarrassment to another perspective. If he bends over just a little too far to pick up his dropped sheet music while standing right in front of Jin, the other boy doesn’t call him out on it.
--
By the time the numbers are reaching the seventies and eighties, Kazuya is sure Jin will start running out of things to say. Write. Whatever. But then they just keep coming, all the way through the nineties and into the hundreds, until the day that Kazuya opens his locker and a post-it, the label ‘#108’ printed on the top, is waiting for him.
As Kazuya reads what is printing on the tiny pink piece of paper, the world falls away and he sinks into the warmth and contentedness that fills his chest. He never thought that he would find himself falling slowly and surely into love with a boy who used to meant nothing to him and who he grew apart from past these years. They spent a lot of time with each other since they became Johnny’s, but they never really got to know each other. But as he thinks of all of the little moments they have shared, the intimacies, he also thinks about the scrapbook he has at home filled with one hundred and seven post-it notes.
#108 will make a perfect addition.
THE END