Kung Pao Broccoli [ShoYou, Oneshot]
Title: Kung Pao Broccoli
Pairing: Jinnai Sho/Omi Youichirou
Rating/Warnings: PG/RPS.
Genre: f l u f f y
Word Count: 2728
Summary: Youichirou invites Sho to go to a festival with him.
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Kung Pao Broccoli
Youichirou arrives extra early, just because he wants to get there first. There are dozens of people crowding around the station waiting, just like him, but it doesn't worry him. They never have trouble finding each other, after all.
Sho arrives ten minutes later, still earlier than they had agreed to meet, and Youichirou beams at him as he makes his way around a family of four and waits impatiently for an oblivious couple to pass by. “Hey,” he says, and rolls up his yukata sleeve.
“No 'sorry I'm late?'” Youichirou teases, and Sho arches his eyebrows at him.
“You got here early just so you could get that line out of me?”
“No,” he says, even though the answer is yes, and waits, rocking back and forth on his heels.
Sho finishes fixing his sleeve. “I'm not even late,” he says, and they start moving towards the festival.
“I like your yukata,” Youichirou says, tugging lightly at the obi.
Sho slaps his hand away. “You trying to take it off, or what?”
“Yes,” he says, even though the answer is no, and Sho laughs.
“Shut up, I'm wearing shorts underneath anyway, weirdo.”
“That's not the right way to go to a festival,” Youichirou says. “You gotta go traditional.” He jumps in front of Sho and poses, and Sho pretends to consider him for a moment before grabbing his arm and pulling him away.
“What do you want to eat first?” he asks as they approach the first of the vendors.
“It's gotta be takoyaki!” That gets Sho singing some commercial jingle, and he looks up at Youichirou expectantly. “Sorry, I don't get it.”
“Did you not watch TV as a kid, or what?”
Youichirou shrugs because if he tells Sho it was probably just before his time, he'll be stuck listening to Kyushu grandpa voice all night. The takoyaki stall line isn't moving and Sho touches his elbow.
“I'm going to go see what else they have, get some for me if I don't make it back in time?”
“Don't just ditch me,” Youichirou calls after him, but he doesn't really mind. He watches the crowds as the line slowly begins to move, all the people in yukatas and western clothes mingling, everyone talking in excited tones and laughing and smiling. He wouldn't want to go to a festival alone, but it's nice for the time being, just watching.
He orders two batches of takoyaki when he gets to the front of the line, but the stall attendant's having trouble keeping enough batches going at once and it's going to take a little time. They strike up an easy conversation and Youichirou almost doesn't notice when Sho comes back.
He's eating from a plastic container of yakisoba, which he has balanced on a styrofoam box. “You couldn't wait?” Youichirou asks, and Sho takes an extra big bite of soba, to spite him probably. When the takoyaki's finished, Youichirou wishes the worker good luck in keeping up with the constant demand and they go and find a place to sit down at the end of a long table.
When they sit down, Sho pushes the yakisoba aside and opens the styrofoam. “Look at this. It's an okonomiyaki on a stick. This is literally the best festival ever.” He can't quite figure out how to eat it, though, and Youichirou absentmindedly pops a takoyaki ball in his mouth as he watches him.
He regrets it immediately. His mouth burns and he can't decide whether to finish chewing it and let it burn his esophagus when he swallows, or spit it back into his hand and try again when it's cooled off, and for a moment all he can do is open his mouth while making a high-pitched whine of pain.
Sho sets the okonomiyaki stick down and puls a bottle of water out of a bag. Youichirou grabs it and pours it into his mouth, finally able to finish chewing and swallow. “You're an idiot,” Sho says, but in the tone of voice that says he wouldn't have it any other way, and when Youichirou finishes whining about how much it hurts and pushes all the takoyaki at Sho, he pushes the yakisoba back at him. With his tongue severely burned and currently receiving only pain and not taste, he has a hard time enjoying it at first, but Sho still trying to figure out how to eat the okonomiyaki raises his spirits fairly quickly. After Sho takes a careful bite of takoyaki and says it's cooled down enough, Youichirou slides his own container back over and tries again.
It tastes a lot better ten degrees cooler. Sho shares a little of his okonomiyaki too, and when they're down to just containers and dribbles of sauce, Youichirou rubs his belly and leans back against the folding chair. “Festivals are the best, seriously.”
Sho gets up to throw the trash away and tosses it in like he's a basketball player. He gets it all in, somehow, and he turns back to Youichirou with a self-satisfied grin. “How's that.”
“Super cool.”
“Right?”
“The coolest,” Youichirou says, and he thinks Sho can tell he means it by the way he laughs but doesn't quite meet his eyes. “You wanna eat more, or check out what else they have?”
“More food later, stalls now,” Sho says, but then they pass a kabob place with no line and Youichirou buys him one anyway because he looks like he really wants one. A pack of children runs past, arms brushing against Youichirou's legs.
“They're cute, huh?”
“Mmm,” Sho says, mouth full of meat. They walk a little more and he spots something. “Shit, is that goldfish scooping? I haven't seen one of those in ages, I was starting to think they'd stopped doing it.” He hurries over and gets in line behind two teenage couples.
“You really want a fish?”
“I was the champion fish scooper back home. I even beat my brother.” Sho stretches out his arms and cracks his neck. “We'll see if I've still got it.” He waits impatiently for the kids in front of them to catch what he calls small fry and squats down in front of the pool of water, watching the fish school back and forth. “You want one?”
“My mom won't let me keep them.”
He thinks Sho's going to make fun of him, but instead he just nods. “Mine never did either, said we already had enough at home. I always gave them to my friends.” He drops a few coins in the stall owner's hand and gets his scoop and bowl. “Hey, Master, I bet all the kids go for that big black one, huh?”
The owner's an older guy, probably in his 60s, with lines all over his face. All of them curve up at once when he smiles in response. “You know it. Hasn't been caught yet, though. I started calling him 'Diablo,' because he's such a tricky devil.”
“Diablo,” Sho repeats, and the way his tongue curls around the l makes Youichirou's heart skip a beat. It takes a few seconds for him to realize that the man's asking if he wants to try too because he's preoccupied with grinning at Sho.
He kneels down beside Sho, but declines, and starts telling him about their camping trip and the one that got (taken) away instead, while Sho watches the fish swim. He breaks his first scoop halfway through the story, but he doesn't look upset. Thirty seconds after Youichirou delivers the punchline, when the old man is still slapping his knee, Sho gives a yell of triumph.
Swimming around in his bowl is the big black fish, Diablo. Youichirou sticks his finger in the bowl and Diablo shrinks away, but once he realizes he has nowhere to go, he starts nibbling at it. Youchirou laughs in delight.
“Diablo, you finally got yourself caught, you little bastard. Well, hand him over and I'll bag him up for you,” the owner says, sounding pleased and a little disgruntled at the same time. Somehow Sho hits Youichirou's arm and Diablo's bowl goes flying into the pool, letting its captive go free. Sho curses and the owner laughs delightedly. “Oi, oi, niisan, you have to stop taking this one with you when you're after fish. He's bad luck.”
Sho nods and scans Youichirou critically. “I think you're right. Better give it up for the day,” he says. He ignores Youichirou's protests, so Youichirou decides to ignore the way Sho was looking at him like he wanted to kiss him in front of everyone, and calls it even. A bunch of little kids are waiting in line behind them and Sho squats down in front of them. “Listen, there's a big black one in there called Diablo. He got away from me, so one of you better catch him and avenge me, okay?” The kids chorus a series of yeses, some more doubtfully than others, and Sho stands up again, looking pleased. Youichirou grins, and resolves to take Sho's hand as soon as it's dark enough that he can get away with it.
They pass a number of different stalls with people trying to lure them in, but Sho doesn't slow down until he sees a shaved ice stand. “Your mouth doing okay?” he asks, and really it is up until the second he says something about it. Youichirou can barely get his vocal cords to work, much less force his tongue to form the word “no.” Sho looks at him pityingly and he changes the word to “Sho” halfway through. “Okay, okay, I was going to get you one anyway,” he grumbles. Youichirou laughs and only regrets it a little afterwards.
Sho buys himself a strawberry-flavored one and a Blue Hawaii one for Youichirou. The sun sets and the festival lanterns begin to glow. Youichirou finishes his shaved ice first and runs off to throw out the paper cone, and when he gets back he slips his hand almost shyly into Sho's. Sho's fingers curl around his and for a second all he can do is smile because he's so happy. He resists the urge to shout or start singing or steal the rest of Sho's shaved ice, but he does bend down ever so slightly to whisper “I love you” in Sho's ear. Sho doesn't respond, doesn't even startle, doesn't react at all, but Youichirou doesn't mind. Saying it is the important part. Sho lets go of his hand when he finishes his ice, and doesn't make a move to take it again, but he isn't expecting him to. “What now?”
“When do fireworks start?”
“Two, three hours?”
“We started way too early. More like, you got here way too early. If you'd been late like I thought you'd be it would have been fine.”
Youichirou doesn't ask why Sho had gotten there so early if he'd expected him to be late. He figures he would just make something about train schedules up anyway. Instead he taps his head lightly with a fist and sticks out his tongue. “Sorry I was early!”
Sho laughs and when they start walking they see it at the same time. It's just a stand selling masks, of animals and American superheroes and, of all things, Funasshi, but of course it also has Kyouryuuger and Wizard ones. Youichirou immediately looks past it to a booth on the other side of the street with a shooting game and grabs Sho's arm. “Betcha I can get the big prize,” he says, and pulls him along. There's no line, so he throws some coins down and picks up the gun. The grand prize is a tanuki plush and they both laugh. “Take that, IkeP!” Youichirou shouts as he fires, but the shots either miss or have no effect. He throws more money on the counter and Sho does the same.
“Fall down, you tanuki bastard!”
“I'm gonna shoot you right in your droopy eyes!”
“Captain, he's already taken ten bullets with no effect! He isn't human!”
“He's deflecting them with his abs!” Sho laughs so hard at this that he totally misses the tanuki and hits something near it, which wobbles and topples over. When they both finish laughing and shoot their last few shots ineffectually at the tanuki, Sho grabs the candy the attendant puts on the table and pulls Youichirou away before he can waste any more money.
“I was going to get it,” Youichirou protests.
“Not in a million years.”
Youichirou pouts and turns away. “I was going to give it to Mame.”
“I'm going to tell IkeP that you want to let your dog drool on him.” Sho gets out his phone and starts texting.
Probably he should grab at the phone and tell him to stop, but instead he just says “And rip his arms off, don't forget that part.”
Sho snorts and types a few more characters before putting his phone away. “You wanna eat more, or try to get a really good spot for fireworks, or what?”
The way he says “or what” makes it sound like “or should we head back to my place and make some fireworks of our own, if you know what I mean,” and Youichirou laughs. “The last thing.”
“Hmmm, okay then. I'm going to get another one of those okonomiyaki things first though, okay?” They head back to where the food was and Sho gets his okonomiyaki and a squid-on-a-stick and some korokke and finally an ice cream that he hands to Youichirou. They head over to the riverbank and enter the roped-off area for the fireworks viewing. They sit at the top of the hill, because Sho says otherwise the people behind them won't be able to see over Youichirou's big head.
They talk about stupid stuff mostly, like the best festival food they've ever had, Sho's goldfish-scooping adventures, and the best fireworks displays they've ever seen. Sho is adamant about the Fukuoka fireworks show being the best in the world, and Youichirou argues with him because he feels like Sho wants him to. After he gets bored of arguing, he looks around and determines that it's dark enough that nobody can really see them, so he makes his hand into a spider and walks it up Sho's arm and over his shoulders until he has his arm around him.
“That was really weird,” Sho observes. He doesn't push his arm off, so Youichirou pulls him closer. Whatever he was going to say in response slips from his mind as the shriek of a rocket fills his ears and the fireworks begin.
There's a childlike look of wonder on Sho's face when he sneaks a glance, and Youichirou is certain that if it was just the two of them, he'd be shouting and applauding and running around for the entire show, the way a little boy at the bottom of the hill is. Youichirou isn't sure that he wouldn't do the same. He thinks about kissing Sho, but he doesn't, and Sho doesn't kiss him either.
When the show ends, Sho gets up first and stretches out before helping Youichirou up. Youichirou's ears are ringing slightly and his walk is a little unsteady, as if he's drunk. “Shhhoo,” he slurs, and laughs to himself. Sho ignores him.
They're heading back towards the station along with most everyone else, but for some reason the road they're taking is deserted. It doesn't feel like a festival at all anymore, and Youichirou is about to complain about it when Sho clears his throat really obnoxiously and says “Your mouth doing okay?” in a way that Youichirou can only describe as “reluctantly dere-dere.”
“What's the answer that will get you to kiss me?” he asks, and Sho pushes him away, then catches his hand and pulls him back and kisses him anyway. “Ow,” Youichirou says when he pulls away, and Sho just shrugs and says “Your fault.”
They rejoin the main road and Youichirou has time to slip his hand into Sho's and squeeze before they are swallowed by the crowd and drawn their separate ways home.
Pairing: Jinnai Sho/Omi Youichirou
Rating/Warnings: PG/RPS.
Genre: f l u f f y
Word Count: 2728
Summary: Youichirou invites Sho to go to a festival with him.
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Kung Pao Broccoli
Youichirou arrives extra early, just because he wants to get there first. There are dozens of people crowding around the station waiting, just like him, but it doesn't worry him. They never have trouble finding each other, after all.
Sho arrives ten minutes later, still earlier than they had agreed to meet, and Youichirou beams at him as he makes his way around a family of four and waits impatiently for an oblivious couple to pass by. “Hey,” he says, and rolls up his yukata sleeve.
“No 'sorry I'm late?'” Youichirou teases, and Sho arches his eyebrows at him.
“You got here early just so you could get that line out of me?”
“No,” he says, even though the answer is yes, and waits, rocking back and forth on his heels.
Sho finishes fixing his sleeve. “I'm not even late,” he says, and they start moving towards the festival.
“I like your yukata,” Youichirou says, tugging lightly at the obi.
Sho slaps his hand away. “You trying to take it off, or what?”
“Yes,” he says, even though the answer is no, and Sho laughs.
“Shut up, I'm wearing shorts underneath anyway, weirdo.”
“That's not the right way to go to a festival,” Youichirou says. “You gotta go traditional.” He jumps in front of Sho and poses, and Sho pretends to consider him for a moment before grabbing his arm and pulling him away.
“What do you want to eat first?” he asks as they approach the first of the vendors.
“It's gotta be takoyaki!” That gets Sho singing some commercial jingle, and he looks up at Youichirou expectantly. “Sorry, I don't get it.”
“Did you not watch TV as a kid, or what?”
Youichirou shrugs because if he tells Sho it was probably just before his time, he'll be stuck listening to Kyushu grandpa voice all night. The takoyaki stall line isn't moving and Sho touches his elbow.
“I'm going to go see what else they have, get some for me if I don't make it back in time?”
“Don't just ditch me,” Youichirou calls after him, but he doesn't really mind. He watches the crowds as the line slowly begins to move, all the people in yukatas and western clothes mingling, everyone talking in excited tones and laughing and smiling. He wouldn't want to go to a festival alone, but it's nice for the time being, just watching.
He orders two batches of takoyaki when he gets to the front of the line, but the stall attendant's having trouble keeping enough batches going at once and it's going to take a little time. They strike up an easy conversation and Youichirou almost doesn't notice when Sho comes back.
He's eating from a plastic container of yakisoba, which he has balanced on a styrofoam box. “You couldn't wait?” Youichirou asks, and Sho takes an extra big bite of soba, to spite him probably. When the takoyaki's finished, Youichirou wishes the worker good luck in keeping up with the constant demand and they go and find a place to sit down at the end of a long table.
When they sit down, Sho pushes the yakisoba aside and opens the styrofoam. “Look at this. It's an okonomiyaki on a stick. This is literally the best festival ever.” He can't quite figure out how to eat it, though, and Youichirou absentmindedly pops a takoyaki ball in his mouth as he watches him.
He regrets it immediately. His mouth burns and he can't decide whether to finish chewing it and let it burn his esophagus when he swallows, or spit it back into his hand and try again when it's cooled off, and for a moment all he can do is open his mouth while making a high-pitched whine of pain.
Sho sets the okonomiyaki stick down and puls a bottle of water out of a bag. Youichirou grabs it and pours it into his mouth, finally able to finish chewing and swallow. “You're an idiot,” Sho says, but in the tone of voice that says he wouldn't have it any other way, and when Youichirou finishes whining about how much it hurts and pushes all the takoyaki at Sho, he pushes the yakisoba back at him. With his tongue severely burned and currently receiving only pain and not taste, he has a hard time enjoying it at first, but Sho still trying to figure out how to eat the okonomiyaki raises his spirits fairly quickly. After Sho takes a careful bite of takoyaki and says it's cooled down enough, Youichirou slides his own container back over and tries again.
It tastes a lot better ten degrees cooler. Sho shares a little of his okonomiyaki too, and when they're down to just containers and dribbles of sauce, Youichirou rubs his belly and leans back against the folding chair. “Festivals are the best, seriously.”
Sho gets up to throw the trash away and tosses it in like he's a basketball player. He gets it all in, somehow, and he turns back to Youichirou with a self-satisfied grin. “How's that.”
“Super cool.”
“Right?”
“The coolest,” Youichirou says, and he thinks Sho can tell he means it by the way he laughs but doesn't quite meet his eyes. “You wanna eat more, or check out what else they have?”
“More food later, stalls now,” Sho says, but then they pass a kabob place with no line and Youichirou buys him one anyway because he looks like he really wants one. A pack of children runs past, arms brushing against Youichirou's legs.
“They're cute, huh?”
“Mmm,” Sho says, mouth full of meat. They walk a little more and he spots something. “Shit, is that goldfish scooping? I haven't seen one of those in ages, I was starting to think they'd stopped doing it.” He hurries over and gets in line behind two teenage couples.
“You really want a fish?”
“I was the champion fish scooper back home. I even beat my brother.” Sho stretches out his arms and cracks his neck. “We'll see if I've still got it.” He waits impatiently for the kids in front of them to catch what he calls small fry and squats down in front of the pool of water, watching the fish school back and forth. “You want one?”
“My mom won't let me keep them.”
He thinks Sho's going to make fun of him, but instead he just nods. “Mine never did either, said we already had enough at home. I always gave them to my friends.” He drops a few coins in the stall owner's hand and gets his scoop and bowl. “Hey, Master, I bet all the kids go for that big black one, huh?”
The owner's an older guy, probably in his 60s, with lines all over his face. All of them curve up at once when he smiles in response. “You know it. Hasn't been caught yet, though. I started calling him 'Diablo,' because he's such a tricky devil.”
“Diablo,” Sho repeats, and the way his tongue curls around the l makes Youichirou's heart skip a beat. It takes a few seconds for him to realize that the man's asking if he wants to try too because he's preoccupied with grinning at Sho.
He kneels down beside Sho, but declines, and starts telling him about their camping trip and the one that got (taken) away instead, while Sho watches the fish swim. He breaks his first scoop halfway through the story, but he doesn't look upset. Thirty seconds after Youichirou delivers the punchline, when the old man is still slapping his knee, Sho gives a yell of triumph.
Swimming around in his bowl is the big black fish, Diablo. Youichirou sticks his finger in the bowl and Diablo shrinks away, but once he realizes he has nowhere to go, he starts nibbling at it. Youchirou laughs in delight.
“Diablo, you finally got yourself caught, you little bastard. Well, hand him over and I'll bag him up for you,” the owner says, sounding pleased and a little disgruntled at the same time. Somehow Sho hits Youichirou's arm and Diablo's bowl goes flying into the pool, letting its captive go free. Sho curses and the owner laughs delightedly. “Oi, oi, niisan, you have to stop taking this one with you when you're after fish. He's bad luck.”
Sho nods and scans Youichirou critically. “I think you're right. Better give it up for the day,” he says. He ignores Youichirou's protests, so Youichirou decides to ignore the way Sho was looking at him like he wanted to kiss him in front of everyone, and calls it even. A bunch of little kids are waiting in line behind them and Sho squats down in front of them. “Listen, there's a big black one in there called Diablo. He got away from me, so one of you better catch him and avenge me, okay?” The kids chorus a series of yeses, some more doubtfully than others, and Sho stands up again, looking pleased. Youichirou grins, and resolves to take Sho's hand as soon as it's dark enough that he can get away with it.
They pass a number of different stalls with people trying to lure them in, but Sho doesn't slow down until he sees a shaved ice stand. “Your mouth doing okay?” he asks, and really it is up until the second he says something about it. Youichirou can barely get his vocal cords to work, much less force his tongue to form the word “no.” Sho looks at him pityingly and he changes the word to “Sho” halfway through. “Okay, okay, I was going to get you one anyway,” he grumbles. Youichirou laughs and only regrets it a little afterwards.
Sho buys himself a strawberry-flavored one and a Blue Hawaii one for Youichirou. The sun sets and the festival lanterns begin to glow. Youichirou finishes his shaved ice first and runs off to throw out the paper cone, and when he gets back he slips his hand almost shyly into Sho's. Sho's fingers curl around his and for a second all he can do is smile because he's so happy. He resists the urge to shout or start singing or steal the rest of Sho's shaved ice, but he does bend down ever so slightly to whisper “I love you” in Sho's ear. Sho doesn't respond, doesn't even startle, doesn't react at all, but Youichirou doesn't mind. Saying it is the important part. Sho lets go of his hand when he finishes his ice, and doesn't make a move to take it again, but he isn't expecting him to. “What now?”
“When do fireworks start?”
“Two, three hours?”
“We started way too early. More like, you got here way too early. If you'd been late like I thought you'd be it would have been fine.”
Youichirou doesn't ask why Sho had gotten there so early if he'd expected him to be late. He figures he would just make something about train schedules up anyway. Instead he taps his head lightly with a fist and sticks out his tongue. “Sorry I was early!”
Sho laughs and when they start walking they see it at the same time. It's just a stand selling masks, of animals and American superheroes and, of all things, Funasshi, but of course it also has Kyouryuuger and Wizard ones. Youichirou immediately looks past it to a booth on the other side of the street with a shooting game and grabs Sho's arm. “Betcha I can get the big prize,” he says, and pulls him along. There's no line, so he throws some coins down and picks up the gun. The grand prize is a tanuki plush and they both laugh. “Take that, IkeP!” Youichirou shouts as he fires, but the shots either miss or have no effect. He throws more money on the counter and Sho does the same.
“Fall down, you tanuki bastard!”
“I'm gonna shoot you right in your droopy eyes!”
“Captain, he's already taken ten bullets with no effect! He isn't human!”
“He's deflecting them with his abs!” Sho laughs so hard at this that he totally misses the tanuki and hits something near it, which wobbles and topples over. When they both finish laughing and shoot their last few shots ineffectually at the tanuki, Sho grabs the candy the attendant puts on the table and pulls Youichirou away before he can waste any more money.
“I was going to get it,” Youichirou protests.
“Not in a million years.”
Youichirou pouts and turns away. “I was going to give it to Mame.”
“I'm going to tell IkeP that you want to let your dog drool on him.” Sho gets out his phone and starts texting.
Probably he should grab at the phone and tell him to stop, but instead he just says “And rip his arms off, don't forget that part.”
Sho snorts and types a few more characters before putting his phone away. “You wanna eat more, or try to get a really good spot for fireworks, or what?”
The way he says “or what” makes it sound like “or should we head back to my place and make some fireworks of our own, if you know what I mean,” and Youichirou laughs. “The last thing.”
“Hmmm, okay then. I'm going to get another one of those okonomiyaki things first though, okay?” They head back to where the food was and Sho gets his okonomiyaki and a squid-on-a-stick and some korokke and finally an ice cream that he hands to Youichirou. They head over to the riverbank and enter the roped-off area for the fireworks viewing. They sit at the top of the hill, because Sho says otherwise the people behind them won't be able to see over Youichirou's big head.
They talk about stupid stuff mostly, like the best festival food they've ever had, Sho's goldfish-scooping adventures, and the best fireworks displays they've ever seen. Sho is adamant about the Fukuoka fireworks show being the best in the world, and Youichirou argues with him because he feels like Sho wants him to. After he gets bored of arguing, he looks around and determines that it's dark enough that nobody can really see them, so he makes his hand into a spider and walks it up Sho's arm and over his shoulders until he has his arm around him.
“That was really weird,” Sho observes. He doesn't push his arm off, so Youichirou pulls him closer. Whatever he was going to say in response slips from his mind as the shriek of a rocket fills his ears and the fireworks begin.
There's a childlike look of wonder on Sho's face when he sneaks a glance, and Youichirou is certain that if it was just the two of them, he'd be shouting and applauding and running around for the entire show, the way a little boy at the bottom of the hill is. Youichirou isn't sure that he wouldn't do the same. He thinks about kissing Sho, but he doesn't, and Sho doesn't kiss him either.
When the show ends, Sho gets up first and stretches out before helping Youichirou up. Youichirou's ears are ringing slightly and his walk is a little unsteady, as if he's drunk. “Shhhoo,” he slurs, and laughs to himself. Sho ignores him.
They're heading back towards the station along with most everyone else, but for some reason the road they're taking is deserted. It doesn't feel like a festival at all anymore, and Youichirou is about to complain about it when Sho clears his throat really obnoxiously and says “Your mouth doing okay?” in a way that Youichirou can only describe as “reluctantly dere-dere.”
“What's the answer that will get you to kiss me?” he asks, and Sho pushes him away, then catches his hand and pulls him back and kisses him anyway. “Ow,” Youichirou says when he pulls away, and Sho just shrugs and says “Your fault.”
They rejoin the main road and Youichirou has time to slip his hand into Sho's and squeeze before they are swallowed by the crowd and drawn their separate ways home.