sweet as sugar.
pair: yamada ryosuke x chinen yuuri
rating: pg-13
summary: Yamada needs help with his diet.
wordcount: 385
note: WHOA IT'S YAMACHII. for Sachi because people were making her sad, and I cannot have Sachi being sad. therefore, the most logical solution would be fic. meanwhile, I am slightly relieved that Chiharu isn't here to see this.
When Yamada strolls into the room, he plays it cool. After years of practice with fans it goes pretty well, his acting chops all beefed up and his aura turned up high. It thus comes as a surprise when Chinen completely sees through him.
“Cream on the side of your mouth, Yama-chan,” he murmurs noncommittally, without even looking up from the latest Myojo. He flips to Ohno’s page. “Funny, I distinctly remember you claiming you were on a diet just this morning.”
Yamada scowls. High School is clearly making Chinen too smart. Wasn’t Horikoshi meant for the dumb and rich? “Shut up, the cake wasn’t asking you.”
“Your health, Yama-chan,” the younger boy tuts, surreptitiously folding Nino-senpai’s face into two. “Didn’t you say you were cutting down on sweets?”
“Clearly the sweets were upset with my decision,” Yamada sniffs back. “I’m simply putting them and their sugary goodness out of their misery.”
“I would imagine that that Meiji chocolate bar would be most appalled to take the blame for your lack of willpower,” Chinen drawls, somehow managing to get another fold into Nino’s face.
“It’s not my fault celery sticks fail to provide an adequate distraction,” Yamada retorts, slightly ruffled by the absence of his band mate’s support. Wasn’t he supposed to be helping instead of criticizing? That’s what friends were for!
He is still sulking when Chinen carefully closes the magazine and lays it gently on the table, and a tad bit petulant even when the other boy stands up and saunters over to him. This sullenness fades into confusion when Chinen loops two arms around his neck and draws in close, breath tickling Yamada’s cheek.
“Do you think I’m sweet, Yama-chan?” he breathes, running an involuntary shiver down Yamada’s spine.
“Um,” Yamada is distracted. It occurs to him that Chinen is far more formidable than two hundred trucks of celery, especially when he is further distracted by Chinen’s small pink tongue catching the traces of cream at the edge of his lips. “Yes I should think so.”
“Good~” Chinen chirps, clearly pleased with this answer. Yamada doesn’t have much time to protest before he leans in further. “I’ll help you watch over your diet then.”
He proceeds to show Yamada exactly how friends help each other for the next half an hour.
rating: pg-13
summary: Yamada needs help with his diet.
wordcount: 385
note: WHOA IT'S YAMACHII. for Sachi because people were making her sad, and I cannot have Sachi being sad. therefore, the most logical solution would be fic. meanwhile, I am slightly relieved that Chiharu isn't here to see this.
When Yamada strolls into the room, he plays it cool. After years of practice with fans it goes pretty well, his acting chops all beefed up and his aura turned up high. It thus comes as a surprise when Chinen completely sees through him.
“Cream on the side of your mouth, Yama-chan,” he murmurs noncommittally, without even looking up from the latest Myojo. He flips to Ohno’s page. “Funny, I distinctly remember you claiming you were on a diet just this morning.”
Yamada scowls. High School is clearly making Chinen too smart. Wasn’t Horikoshi meant for the dumb and rich? “Shut up, the cake wasn’t asking you.”
“Your health, Yama-chan,” the younger boy tuts, surreptitiously folding Nino-senpai’s face into two. “Didn’t you say you were cutting down on sweets?”
“Clearly the sweets were upset with my decision,” Yamada sniffs back. “I’m simply putting them and their sugary goodness out of their misery.”
“I would imagine that that Meiji chocolate bar would be most appalled to take the blame for your lack of willpower,” Chinen drawls, somehow managing to get another fold into Nino’s face.
“It’s not my fault celery sticks fail to provide an adequate distraction,” Yamada retorts, slightly ruffled by the absence of his band mate’s support. Wasn’t he supposed to be helping instead of criticizing? That’s what friends were for!
He is still sulking when Chinen carefully closes the magazine and lays it gently on the table, and a tad bit petulant even when the other boy stands up and saunters over to him. This sullenness fades into confusion when Chinen loops two arms around his neck and draws in close, breath tickling Yamada’s cheek.
“Do you think I’m sweet, Yama-chan?” he breathes, running an involuntary shiver down Yamada’s spine.
“Um,” Yamada is distracted. It occurs to him that Chinen is far more formidable than two hundred trucks of celery, especially when he is further distracted by Chinen’s small pink tongue catching the traces of cream at the edge of his lips. “Yes I should think so.”
“Good~” Chinen chirps, clearly pleased with this answer. Yamada doesn’t have much time to protest before he leans in further. “I’ll help you watch over your diet then.”
He proceeds to show Yamada exactly how friends help each other for the next half an hour.