Take it Off
Title: Take it Off.
Author: nidesux a.k.a moi
Length: Drabble
Pairing: Sho x Masaki a.k.a Sakuraba
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, a little bit of humor.
Summary: Different takes on the "clothes-matching" incident.
NOTE: Sort of Inspired by a prompt I randomly thought of one night. "otp coincidentally wearing the same outfit, one is like "awesome!" while the other is like "there can only be one." though I changed it up a little bit. Ohoho. Also, this was supposed to be a gift for a friend, but I have no self control so I'll just write a different one. (Also Sakuraiba)
Alternative title: there can only be one
“Well what do we have here, Sho-chan,” a grinning Aiba Masaki said to Sho one afternoon; he was looking as amused as ever, letting his eyes wander from Sho’s head down to his toes. It made Sho flush. “We’re wearing the same outfit!”
“Technically, we’re wearing the same shirts,” Sho said back to him, clearing his throat a little bit afterwards. How much longer will Satoshi and the others take to get there? He asked grimly to himself.
The sound of the younger male’s giggling can be heard, and Sho had to, as casually as he could, step away from the man. It was awkward being in a public place; wearing the same clothes-shirt, as the person next to you was wearing. Still, Sho wasn’t sure why the other was beaming.
“It’s awesome, right?”
“I guess,” Sho muttered, and then beamed when he caught sight of their friends. He was next to Jun while they were walking, leaning close so he can ask in a hushed tone, if Jun bought a spare shirt with him or anything.
The second time it happened, Sho didn’t feel as awkward as the first time. They were staying indoors after all. It was one of their friends’ birthday. And though some people commented on their outfits (they were wearing matching T-shirts and even pants this time.) Seriously, Sho thought. Where does Masaki even buy his clothes?
The same shops as you do, apparently. He answered back to himself before taking a swig of his beer.
But at the end of the night, when he was feeling quite tipsy already; he can’t help but think that Masaki looks good in his clothes. He also can’t help but chuckle at himself because it wasn’t really his clothes.
The “clothes-matching” incident didn’t just happen once, twice or thrice-it happen a bunch of times over the span of 6 months. Sho has lost count, actually. As much as he tries not to mind it, he just ends up doing so. For some reason even he himself can’t understand.
It was Christmas Eve, or known as Masaki’s birthday when it comes to their group of friends. They were wearing the same-not really the same. Masaki’s look newer, looked nicer-Christmas sweater. Of course, their friends made fun of them, and they just laughed along. At least Sho did. He has noticed how unaffected Masaki has been over the so-called “clothes-matching” incidents; how he’d just genuinely smile and look proud.
The nth time the “clothes-matching” incident-Sho should probably stop calling it that-happened, was the day after that. After they scrambled over the pile of clothes on Masaki’s bedroom floor. Masaki had asked him to stay for some breakfast, smiling crookedly at Sho before he put on a sweater. Sho gazed upon the man’s birthmark at first before it was covered with the clothing, then grunted as an answer. Sho put on the other one, but immediately took it off when he felt the cold material on his skin. Masaki had to lend him a shirt of his because the identical sweater on the floor was still so wet and smelled so much like alcohol. Must have spilled some on it, Sho thought.
“Ne, Masaki,” said Sho after placing down the cup of coffee the man had made for him. “I’ve just realized… You’re actually wearing my sweater.”
“Eh-really?! Sorry, must have confused it with mine…” Masaki laughed, looking down at the sweater and tugging at the hem of it. It was Sho’s, judging by how worn out it’s starting to look. Masaki was about to take it off and give it to him, when Sho stopped him.
“Don’t,” he said. “You, uh- you look good in my clothes.”
By the end of breakfast, when the both of them were finally awake-or at least Sho was-he finally realized why he can’t stand Masaki wearing the same clothes as him: Because he wanted him to wear his. Which have finally happened.
He found himself smiling widely at Masaki. The other’s cheeks turned red when he noticed, and Sho just had to get up, step closer to him, and place a kiss on his lips, mumbling a “good morning” and “Merry Christmas” as he slowly pulled away. Only to be pulled back in for another kiss by Masaki.
Author: nidesux a.k.a moi
Length: Drabble
Pairing: Sho x Masaki a.k.a Sakuraba
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, a little bit of humor.
Summary: Different takes on the "clothes-matching" incident.
NOTE: Sort of Inspired by a prompt I randomly thought of one night. "otp coincidentally wearing the same outfit, one is like "awesome!" while the other is like "there can only be one." though I changed it up a little bit. Ohoho. Also, this was supposed to be a gift for a friend, but I have no self control so I'll just write a different one. (Also Sakuraiba)
Alternative title: there can only be one
“Well what do we have here, Sho-chan,” a grinning Aiba Masaki said to Sho one afternoon; he was looking as amused as ever, letting his eyes wander from Sho’s head down to his toes. It made Sho flush. “We’re wearing the same outfit!”
“Technically, we’re wearing the same shirts,” Sho said back to him, clearing his throat a little bit afterwards. How much longer will Satoshi and the others take to get there? He asked grimly to himself.
The sound of the younger male’s giggling can be heard, and Sho had to, as casually as he could, step away from the man. It was awkward being in a public place; wearing the same clothes-shirt, as the person next to you was wearing. Still, Sho wasn’t sure why the other was beaming.
“It’s awesome, right?”
“I guess,” Sho muttered, and then beamed when he caught sight of their friends. He was next to Jun while they were walking, leaning close so he can ask in a hushed tone, if Jun bought a spare shirt with him or anything.
The second time it happened, Sho didn’t feel as awkward as the first time. They were staying indoors after all. It was one of their friends’ birthday. And though some people commented on their outfits (they were wearing matching T-shirts and even pants this time.) Seriously, Sho thought. Where does Masaki even buy his clothes?
The same shops as you do, apparently. He answered back to himself before taking a swig of his beer.
But at the end of the night, when he was feeling quite tipsy already; he can’t help but think that Masaki looks good in his clothes. He also can’t help but chuckle at himself because it wasn’t really his clothes.
The “clothes-matching” incident didn’t just happen once, twice or thrice-it happen a bunch of times over the span of 6 months. Sho has lost count, actually. As much as he tries not to mind it, he just ends up doing so. For some reason even he himself can’t understand.
It was Christmas Eve, or known as Masaki’s birthday when it comes to their group of friends. They were wearing the same-not really the same. Masaki’s look newer, looked nicer-Christmas sweater. Of course, their friends made fun of them, and they just laughed along. At least Sho did. He has noticed how unaffected Masaki has been over the so-called “clothes-matching” incidents; how he’d just genuinely smile and look proud.
The nth time the “clothes-matching” incident-Sho should probably stop calling it that-happened, was the day after that. After they scrambled over the pile of clothes on Masaki’s bedroom floor. Masaki had asked him to stay for some breakfast, smiling crookedly at Sho before he put on a sweater. Sho gazed upon the man’s birthmark at first before it was covered with the clothing, then grunted as an answer. Sho put on the other one, but immediately took it off when he felt the cold material on his skin. Masaki had to lend him a shirt of his because the identical sweater on the floor was still so wet and smelled so much like alcohol. Must have spilled some on it, Sho thought.
“Ne, Masaki,” said Sho after placing down the cup of coffee the man had made for him. “I’ve just realized… You’re actually wearing my sweater.”
“Eh-really?! Sorry, must have confused it with mine…” Masaki laughed, looking down at the sweater and tugging at the hem of it. It was Sho’s, judging by how worn out it’s starting to look. Masaki was about to take it off and give it to him, when Sho stopped him.
“Don’t,” he said. “You, uh- you look good in my clothes.”
By the end of breakfast, when the both of them were finally awake-or at least Sho was-he finally realized why he can’t stand Masaki wearing the same clothes as him: Because he wanted him to wear his. Which have finally happened.
He found himself smiling widely at Masaki. The other’s cheeks turned red when he noticed, and Sho just had to get up, step closer to him, and place a kiss on his lips, mumbling a “good morning” and “Merry Christmas” as he slowly pulled away. Only to be pulled back in for another kiss by Masaki.