JE: Words of Inspiration (1/1)
Title: Words of Inspiration
Fandom: JE, MIS SNOW MAN
Author: blahchiharu
Pairing: Sanazawa?
Rating: G
wordcount: ~2300
Summary: Someone wants Fukka to debut. Fukka, Mis Snow Man fic. Beta-ed by ♥ mousapelli
For kizuite, who loves Fukka and says she’s going to send him a letter. Check her Fukka picture spam~ Because it's totally awesome
kizuite: My love for Fukka scares even me sometimes. ): HE FRUSTRATES ME, THOUGH. The entire mysterious image won't get him anywhere! Everyone only pays attention to the attention whores, not the mysterious image kids! I had been hoping he could do the entire OT3 thing with Nabesho and Iwamoto, since they were the 'leaders' of Jr.Boys after TOP3 happened, but then Sanazawa came back to them and now they're MIS SHOW MAN so Idk. *kicks him* I'm going to send him a letter to make him get his act together.
blahchiharu: lol I'm sure he's going to debut after taking pointers from your letter.
kizuite: He totally will. Because my letter will be like, totally rambling on and on. "SMIRK A LOT! TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT! ROLL UP YOUR SLEEVES BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WON'T TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT! LEARN MORE ACROBATICS BECAUSE YOU ARE BETTER THAN SAKUMA! DYE YOUR HAIR BLONDE SO I CAN SPOT YOU EASIER! CHOOSE ONE PERSON IN MIS SHOW MAN AND TALK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME! I am going to make you debut if it's the last thing I do. :|" and then he will like, write back going "pls leave me alone" and I will cry. ):
Fukka finds a letter addressed to him in the huge bin of junior mail one day. He carefully fishes the envelope out of the sea of letters addressed to “Miyacchi” and “Fumi-chan” and “Kitayama-sama” and “HASSHI ♥” and stares, incredulous. The stationary is embellished with a border full of… Colorful pants? Fukka ignores this and reads the writing, neatly arranged on printed lines.
Dear Fukasawa-Kun, it starts. I’ve compiled a list of suggestions to help you debut. Fukka blinks and contemplates on asking Miyadate if this is his idea of a joke.
“What’s that?” Sanada asks while looping an arm over Fukka’s shoulder. The older boy quickly stuffs the letter in his jacket pocket and replies with a quick, “Nothing.”
Sanada opens his mouth to say something in return, but stops when he spots Abe and Miyadate laughing in a corner. He pats Fukka on the back before skidding off to explore his own pile of fanmail.
That night, Fukka finally remembers to pull the crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and spends a good ten minutes smoothing the wrinkled edges out. He puts the letter in the drawer of his writing desk instead of the tin box on his bookshelf, where his other 87 fan letters sit.
Fukka thinks he should try it, just for fun. He tells the Myojo interviewer about eating crepes with Nozawa and mentions something about helping Nozawa with his back-flips in his 200 word count for Popolo. After rehearsals they walk to the subway station together, partly because Sanada goes the other way and partly because Hasshi’s schedule no longer matches theirs.
A few weeks later Abe grabs him into a random hallway and begins, with a dramatic voice, “So, this thing you have with Nokkun is not cool.”
“Huh?” Fukka blinks, busy opening his box of Pocky from the vending machine.
“Your fascination with Nozawa,” the younger boy repeats. “We agreed, as a unit, that it was creepy, but I lost in janken so I had to be the one to tell you this.”
“What?” Fukka replies, yogurt flavored Pocky hanging halfway out of his mouth.
“Not to mention Sanada is having an aneurysm freaking out,” Abe continues. “He thinks you’re out to steal his boyfriend.” He stops when Fukka begins choking. “Oh, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.” He says while patting the older boy sympathetically on the back.
Fukka attempts to explain with his Pocky box and wide eyes that he is in no way interested in Nozawa, but gives up when Abe interprets it as Fukka’s unrequited love for the boy.
“If you ever need help getting through this,” Abe adds as an afterthought. “You can talk to Nakamaru-kun. Koki-kun told me that he’s starting a seminar on living a life of rejection.” He’s called away by Iwamoto before the other boy gets a chance to reply.
“I’m not in love with you,” Fukka tells Nozawa that day. “Please tell your boyfriend to stop with the voodoo dolls.”
“You finally noticed?” Nozawa raises his eyebrows in surprise, eyeing Sanada in the corner of the room. Sanada is busy attaching neatly layered fringes to his eerily realistic plush toy. “It’s been wearing that red jump suit for days. I was wondering when you’d catch on.”
“But.” Fukka frowns. “We have the same outfit! How was I supposed to know that it was me that he keeps sticking hairpins in?”
“But it has a wardrobe,” Miyadate points out, apparently done with laughing at Sanada. “I like the little white shirt and the fedora hat.”
“And that’s not a hairpin,” Watanabe adds, leaning on Miyadate’s shoulder. “It’s Takaki-kun’s missing earrings.” He squints. “That one looks like a Barbie dress.”
“Yeah, um,” Nozawa speaks up awkwardly, “he stole that from my little sister.”
“Mika-chan is not going to be happy about this,” Watanabe says, and everyone turns to look at their lost cause. Sanada is currently running a dialogue between the doll and a bottle of water. From what Miyadate can decipher, the doll, Fukka, is asking the bottle, Nozawa, on a date while the bottle-cap, supposedly Sanada, protests in a corner.
“Whenever he does this, I worry about him,” Miyadate replies with a serious face.
“It’s quite symbolic, really,” Onodera tells Fukka later. “The removal of the bottle cap symbolizes a loss of trust between Sanada and Nonchan. You are like outsider that comes in, opens the bottle, drinks from Nonchan’s fountain of innocence, and refuses to recap Sanada afterwards.” He picks up the said bottle to prove his point.
“Hey.” Hasshi comes out of nowhere. “I’m really thirsty. Can I have a sip of this? Thanks.” He grabs the water and takes several gulps before either boy has time to reply.
“Wow,” Onodera says after awhile, when Hasshi is bouncing away. “That is eerily allegorical.”
Fukka crosses it off his list.
Sakuma sprains his back doing a triple back flip following a 360 degree summersault. He goes down dramatically with a thud! while his band mates watch with wide eyes, wondering if it’s a prank. They rush towards the fallen boy, however, when he lets out a small “Help~!”
“It’s over for me, I’m crippled!” Sakuma tells Fukka, grabbing the older boy by the hand. “You have to continue the legacy for me. This move has to be shown to the world! You’re the only one who can succeed me, Fukka! Don’t let my efforts be wasted! REALIZE MY DREAMS FOR ME!”
“He’ll heal in a week,” their choreographer tsks in reply, rolling her eyes. “Just lay off the dancing until then.”
“Promise me, Fukka! PROMISE ME!” Sakuma wails as he is dragged out the door by Abe and Nozawa, probably off to get some aspirin or a tranquilizer.
“I heard someone went down!” Shintaro pops out of nowhere. “I’ll take his solo!”
“He doesn't have a solo,” Sanada replies, pushing Shintaro’s head away as the younger boy complains about Sanada’s huge palms.
“That’s a pretty hefty request from someone who just broke his back attempting the same move,” Onodera comments about Sakuma's final words. “Are you sure you’re up to it?”
Fukka thinks maybe he’ll finally take center stage with his back flips and no longer be suppressed within Sakuma’s shadow of insane acrobatics. Screw the “SWAN’ or the “ROSE” or the “CHINA MAN TURNOVER”, it’s now his chance to shine! Or, at least until Sakuma heals. Fukka agrees with a slow nod.
He spends four days training intensively, getting spotted by Iwamoto and working on leaping properly. He times himself perfectly during the Shokura recording and lands magnificently on his feet after three consecutive flips, two somersaults, and an added bonus of a hip twirl...
...only to be completely ignored when Yuto accidentally knocks Yamada down into a tangled mess at the front of the stage. The audience goes wild and doesn’t shut up for ten minutes.
“I hate it when JUMP gueststars too,” Watanabe says sympathetically.
“Don’t let it get to you,” Sakuma tells him, hand set firmly on Fukka’s shoulders. “Anyways, I’ve been choreographing a new move. It’s a quarto-spin plus axial black twist with two repetitions of the Chinaman turn.” He looks at the older boy with a serious face. “I think we should do it together.”
Fukka decides he is never attempting to show off on Shokura again.
Somewhere, in the depth of the jimusho building, is a universal closet that contains all of the costumes ever made in the history of the Jimusho. Some say that it’s hidden in a secret entrance in Johnny’s office while others believe that it’s located under a fake staircase.
Either way, Fukka considers it an urban legend, despite the fact that the costume racks are usually set out for them before they ever arrive on location. He assumes that the coordinators are just good at setting up on time.
Onodera, however, claims to have seen said closet on his first week at the jimusho. “It’s true,” he tells everyone. “I saw it once when I got lost.”
“The point is,” Iwamoto tells them, “I’m tired of this weird ski jacket. We need better outfits. I think we should try going through that closet.”
“Do you even know where it is?” Watanabe asks.
“Third closet on the second floor, hidden by the brooms,” Sakuma answers with ease. “What? Yamamoto-kun told me!” He signs dreamily at the mention of the older boy.
They investigate after practice. Miyadate picks the lock open with Sanada’s extra hair clip (“For my bangs,” Sanada insists while the other boys stare) and flicks the light switch on to find racks upon racks of fabric.
“Remember,” Fukka reminds them, “we need nine outfits that match.” He’s busy staring at a blue shirt five minutes later when a crash is heard. A few of them yank the clothes on two racks back to find Iwamoto and Sanada tangled in a mess of sequins.
“Ouch.” Abe flinches. “Is it just me or did this room suddenly get brighter?”
“I’ve gone blind,” Onodera says.
“I think these are Arashi’s pants,” Fukka tells them when the glare from the fabric fades.
They’re still in the room thirty minutes later when one of the stylists walk in on Sanada playing with a feather boa. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she says while eyeing them with suspicion. “And how did you get the keys?”
Onodera begins formulating an elaborate lie about how they went in the closet to look for bandages. In the end he couldn’t explain why Iwamoto was wearing a pair of polka-dot pants around his neck or why Sakuma was using a scarf as a tutu.
Fukka goes home and crosses “wear a more recognizable outfit” off his list.
A few days later, Fukka finds himself looking at box of hair dye on a grocery store run for his mother. He touches his neatly layered bangs and wonders when his next hair appointment will be. The girl at the salon always pulls too hard and charges extra, even when he doesn’t ask for a shampoo and rinse.
“That color doesn’t suit you,” one of the workers says while stacking the candy rack. The girl gives him a shrug before walking back to the counter.
Fukka feels exposed. He decides to never shop there again.
A few days later he gets a message from someone unexpected. Hasshi~, It says. Let’s go eat udon again tonight~ Yuyan Fukka stares and shrugs it off. Takaki probably pushed his arrow key one too many times and sent it to him by accident. He thinks about ignoring the message, but decides that it might be better to tell Hasshi first.
He slips out during break and heads towards A.B.C.-Z’s dressing room, but runs into Kisumai stuffing toilet paper into Goseki’s bag instead. “They’re in the conference room right now,” Nikaido says, busy attaching pink bow stickers to Tsukada’s cellphone. He turns around to give Senga a hand when the younger boy complains about accidentally sitting on a batch of glitter.
Fukka leaves wordlessly. Years in the jimusho have taught him to not question things. He sits on a lone bench and waits outside of the conference room, periodically checking his watch. Break ends ten minutes later, but Fukka figures that if he’s really needed, someone will come looking for him.
A.B.C.-Z emerges out of the conference room twenty minutes later, laughing at the sticky note on Kawai’s back.
“Hasshi.” Fukka springs to his feet instantly. “I need to tell you some-”
“Later, Fukka-chan.” Hashimoto says instead, giving the boy a quick wave before running off. “I have to meet Yuyan, and I’m late!” The rest of A.B.C.-Z gives Fukka sympathetic looks before heading back to their dressing room unsuspectingly.
“Oh,” Fukka says to himself, sitting back down on the bench. Well, he thinks, that was completely unnecessary. He stares at his pants and ignores the sounds of footsteps close by.
“Aw, don’t be sad!” Sanada coos, dropping a familiar doll on Fukka’s shoulder as he attempts to pat Fukka’s hair with its plush arms.
“This was your idea of cheering him up?” Sakuma asks, incredulous. “I thought you got rid of that thing already!”
Fukka takes the miniature doll of himself in his hands and plays with its yarn hair. He watches as Abe and Onodera make fun of Sanada and sets the Fukka-doll in his lap.
“What’s wrong?” Nozawa takes a seat on one side of the sulking boy. “You never came back to practice. We were worried.”
“I just-” Fukka opens his mouth, but closes it. He clutches Fukka-doll tighter, looking up only when Miyadate sits down on the other side of him. He sighs when Miyadate draws comforting circles on his back. “Sometimes I don’t say everything I feel, but I assume some things are implied. Wanting to stay friends should be one of them, right?”
“Hasshi is an idiot,” Onodera declares, eyes softening. “But he didn’t mean any harm. You don’t need him.”
“Yeah! Plus, we can eat all the udon we want,” Abe says. “The nine of us, I mean. That is if Hikaru is no longer ashamed to be seen with Sanada in public.” He hands Fukka the boy’s discarded cell phone, which still has Takaki’s message on the screen.
“I’m not the only one.” Iwamoto huffs in return, ignoring Sanada’s complaints in the background. “Come on, rehearsal is about to end anyways. Let’s go crash Hashimoto and Takaki’s little date.”
“When was the last time we went on a date?” Sanada asks his boyfriend. Nozawa laughs instead and sets his head on Sanada’s shoulders as he locks his fingers with Sanada’s.
“Hey-hey!” Watanabe is busy pulling the two apart now. “I thought we agreed that you’re not allowed to be all sickly cute at practice.”
“They’re jealous of our love.” Sanada makes a pained face at Nozawa.
“Stop it, you two!” Abe growls, throwing Fukka-doll’s miniature hat at Sanada and Nozawa. “I don’t approve of this marriage!”
Fukka laughs, watching Abe and Onodera grin at him from the wall. He looks from Sanada complaining about the pains he took in stitching Fukka-doll’s hat to Nozawa giggling. Iwamoto is smirking at the two while Sakuma plays with the Fukka-doll, teaching it how to do summersaults as Watanabe watches. Miyadate smiles at him when Fukka finally looks his way.
Somehow Kamei finds out about the incident from Sanada. Kamei tells Binki, who tells Asaka, who uses it as a chance to send Hasshi a million pictures of Moko-chan via cellphone. Takaki joins in, just for fun.
“Fukka!” Hasshi whines at practice a week later. “I’m sorry for being insensitive! Now, tell them to stop spamming me with photos of their dogs!” He makes a face of pain.
Fukka checks his inbox after practice and finds more messages. Asaka asks him to come over to play with Moko-chan. Binki sends him a bunch of selcas before asking him to go out for coffee. Kamei wants to know why Sanada keeps rambling about Nozawa. Fukka looks up when Onodera snatches the phone away.
“Come on,” Onodera says with seven grinning boys behind him. “Koyama-senpai said he’ll give us a discount at his mother’s ramen shop.”
On the way out, Iwamoto trips Sanada and Abe gossips about juniors. They pass by Kisumai’s room and ignore the fact that Goseki and Kawai are vandalizing the Kisumai magazine pages Fujigaya has put up in the room.
Fukka goes home that day and puts the fan letter away. Debuting is nice, he thinks, but for now he’s fine staying a junior.
[Fin]
AN: URG this took me forever to write because... idk. I'd keep learning something new about MSM and having to change a lot of the fic. Anyways, I hope you like it, Kyan~
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Fandom: JE, MIS SNOW MAN
Author: blahchiharu
Pairing: Sanazawa?
Rating: G
wordcount: ~2300
Summary: Someone wants Fukka to debut. Fukka, Mis Snow Man fic. Beta-ed by ♥ mousapelli
For kizuite, who loves Fukka and says she’s going to send him a letter. Check her Fukka picture spam~ Because it's totally awesome
kizuite: My love for Fukka scares even me sometimes. ): HE FRUSTRATES ME, THOUGH. The entire mysterious image won't get him anywhere! Everyone only pays attention to the attention whores, not the mysterious image kids! I had been hoping he could do the entire OT3 thing with Nabesho and Iwamoto, since they were the 'leaders' of Jr.Boys after TOP3 happened, but then Sanazawa came back to them and now they're MIS SHOW MAN so Idk. *kicks him* I'm going to send him a letter to make him get his act together.
blahchiharu: lol I'm sure he's going to debut after taking pointers from your letter.
kizuite: He totally will. Because my letter will be like, totally rambling on and on. "SMIRK A LOT! TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT! ROLL UP YOUR SLEEVES BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WON'T TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT! LEARN MORE ACROBATICS BECAUSE YOU ARE BETTER THAN SAKUMA! DYE YOUR HAIR BLONDE SO I CAN SPOT YOU EASIER! CHOOSE ONE PERSON IN MIS SHOW MAN AND TALK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME! I am going to make you debut if it's the last thing I do. :|" and then he will like, write back going "pls leave me alone" and I will cry. ):
Fukka finds a letter addressed to him in the huge bin of junior mail one day. He carefully fishes the envelope out of the sea of letters addressed to “Miyacchi” and “Fumi-chan” and “Kitayama-sama” and “HASSHI ♥” and stares, incredulous. The stationary is embellished with a border full of… Colorful pants? Fukka ignores this and reads the writing, neatly arranged on printed lines.
Dear Fukasawa-Kun, it starts. I’ve compiled a list of suggestions to help you debut. Fukka blinks and contemplates on asking Miyadate if this is his idea of a joke.
“What’s that?” Sanada asks while looping an arm over Fukka’s shoulder. The older boy quickly stuffs the letter in his jacket pocket and replies with a quick, “Nothing.”
Sanada opens his mouth to say something in return, but stops when he spots Abe and Miyadate laughing in a corner. He pats Fukka on the back before skidding off to explore his own pile of fanmail.
That night, Fukka finally remembers to pull the crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and spends a good ten minutes smoothing the wrinkled edges out. He puts the letter in the drawer of his writing desk instead of the tin box on his bookshelf, where his other 87 fan letters sit.
Fukka thinks he should try it, just for fun. He tells the Myojo interviewer about eating crepes with Nozawa and mentions something about helping Nozawa with his back-flips in his 200 word count for Popolo. After rehearsals they walk to the subway station together, partly because Sanada goes the other way and partly because Hasshi’s schedule no longer matches theirs.
A few weeks later Abe grabs him into a random hallway and begins, with a dramatic voice, “So, this thing you have with Nokkun is not cool.”
“Huh?” Fukka blinks, busy opening his box of Pocky from the vending machine.
“Your fascination with Nozawa,” the younger boy repeats. “We agreed, as a unit, that it was creepy, but I lost in janken so I had to be the one to tell you this.”
“What?” Fukka replies, yogurt flavored Pocky hanging halfway out of his mouth.
“Not to mention Sanada is having an aneurysm freaking out,” Abe continues. “He thinks you’re out to steal his boyfriend.” He stops when Fukka begins choking. “Oh, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.” He says while patting the older boy sympathetically on the back.
Fukka attempts to explain with his Pocky box and wide eyes that he is in no way interested in Nozawa, but gives up when Abe interprets it as Fukka’s unrequited love for the boy.
“If you ever need help getting through this,” Abe adds as an afterthought. “You can talk to Nakamaru-kun. Koki-kun told me that he’s starting a seminar on living a life of rejection.” He’s called away by Iwamoto before the other boy gets a chance to reply.
“I’m not in love with you,” Fukka tells Nozawa that day. “Please tell your boyfriend to stop with the voodoo dolls.”
“You finally noticed?” Nozawa raises his eyebrows in surprise, eyeing Sanada in the corner of the room. Sanada is busy attaching neatly layered fringes to his eerily realistic plush toy. “It’s been wearing that red jump suit for days. I was wondering when you’d catch on.”
“But.” Fukka frowns. “We have the same outfit! How was I supposed to know that it was me that he keeps sticking hairpins in?”
“But it has a wardrobe,” Miyadate points out, apparently done with laughing at Sanada. “I like the little white shirt and the fedora hat.”
“And that’s not a hairpin,” Watanabe adds, leaning on Miyadate’s shoulder. “It’s Takaki-kun’s missing earrings.” He squints. “That one looks like a Barbie dress.”
“Yeah, um,” Nozawa speaks up awkwardly, “he stole that from my little sister.”
“Mika-chan is not going to be happy about this,” Watanabe says, and everyone turns to look at their lost cause. Sanada is currently running a dialogue between the doll and a bottle of water. From what Miyadate can decipher, the doll, Fukka, is asking the bottle, Nozawa, on a date while the bottle-cap, supposedly Sanada, protests in a corner.
“Whenever he does this, I worry about him,” Miyadate replies with a serious face.
“It’s quite symbolic, really,” Onodera tells Fukka later. “The removal of the bottle cap symbolizes a loss of trust between Sanada and Nonchan. You are like outsider that comes in, opens the bottle, drinks from Nonchan’s fountain of innocence, and refuses to recap Sanada afterwards.” He picks up the said bottle to prove his point.
“Hey.” Hasshi comes out of nowhere. “I’m really thirsty. Can I have a sip of this? Thanks.” He grabs the water and takes several gulps before either boy has time to reply.
“Wow,” Onodera says after awhile, when Hasshi is bouncing away. “That is eerily allegorical.”
Fukka crosses it off his list.
Sakuma sprains his back doing a triple back flip following a 360 degree summersault. He goes down dramatically with a thud! while his band mates watch with wide eyes, wondering if it’s a prank. They rush towards the fallen boy, however, when he lets out a small “Help~!”
“It’s over for me, I’m crippled!” Sakuma tells Fukka, grabbing the older boy by the hand. “You have to continue the legacy for me. This move has to be shown to the world! You’re the only one who can succeed me, Fukka! Don’t let my efforts be wasted! REALIZE MY DREAMS FOR ME!”
“He’ll heal in a week,” their choreographer tsks in reply, rolling her eyes. “Just lay off the dancing until then.”
“Promise me, Fukka! PROMISE ME!” Sakuma wails as he is dragged out the door by Abe and Nozawa, probably off to get some aspirin or a tranquilizer.
“I heard someone went down!” Shintaro pops out of nowhere. “I’ll take his solo!”
“He doesn't have a solo,” Sanada replies, pushing Shintaro’s head away as the younger boy complains about Sanada’s huge palms.
“That’s a pretty hefty request from someone who just broke his back attempting the same move,” Onodera comments about Sakuma's final words. “Are you sure you’re up to it?”
Fukka thinks maybe he’ll finally take center stage with his back flips and no longer be suppressed within Sakuma’s shadow of insane acrobatics. Screw the “SWAN’ or the “ROSE” or the “CHINA MAN TURNOVER”, it’s now his chance to shine! Or, at least until Sakuma heals. Fukka agrees with a slow nod.
He spends four days training intensively, getting spotted by Iwamoto and working on leaping properly. He times himself perfectly during the Shokura recording and lands magnificently on his feet after three consecutive flips, two somersaults, and an added bonus of a hip twirl...
...only to be completely ignored when Yuto accidentally knocks Yamada down into a tangled mess at the front of the stage. The audience goes wild and doesn’t shut up for ten minutes.
“I hate it when JUMP gueststars too,” Watanabe says sympathetically.
“Don’t let it get to you,” Sakuma tells him, hand set firmly on Fukka’s shoulders. “Anyways, I’ve been choreographing a new move. It’s a quarto-spin plus axial black twist with two repetitions of the Chinaman turn.” He looks at the older boy with a serious face. “I think we should do it together.”
Fukka decides he is never attempting to show off on Shokura again.
Somewhere, in the depth of the jimusho building, is a universal closet that contains all of the costumes ever made in the history of the Jimusho. Some say that it’s hidden in a secret entrance in Johnny’s office while others believe that it’s located under a fake staircase.
Either way, Fukka considers it an urban legend, despite the fact that the costume racks are usually set out for them before they ever arrive on location. He assumes that the coordinators are just good at setting up on time.
Onodera, however, claims to have seen said closet on his first week at the jimusho. “It’s true,” he tells everyone. “I saw it once when I got lost.”
“The point is,” Iwamoto tells them, “I’m tired of this weird ski jacket. We need better outfits. I think we should try going through that closet.”
“Do you even know where it is?” Watanabe asks.
“Third closet on the second floor, hidden by the brooms,” Sakuma answers with ease. “What? Yamamoto-kun told me!” He signs dreamily at the mention of the older boy.
They investigate after practice. Miyadate picks the lock open with Sanada’s extra hair clip (“For my bangs,” Sanada insists while the other boys stare) and flicks the light switch on to find racks upon racks of fabric.
“Remember,” Fukka reminds them, “we need nine outfits that match.” He’s busy staring at a blue shirt five minutes later when a crash is heard. A few of them yank the clothes on two racks back to find Iwamoto and Sanada tangled in a mess of sequins.
“Ouch.” Abe flinches. “Is it just me or did this room suddenly get brighter?”
“I’ve gone blind,” Onodera says.
“I think these are Arashi’s pants,” Fukka tells them when the glare from the fabric fades.
They’re still in the room thirty minutes later when one of the stylists walk in on Sanada playing with a feather boa. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she says while eyeing them with suspicion. “And how did you get the keys?”
Onodera begins formulating an elaborate lie about how they went in the closet to look for bandages. In the end he couldn’t explain why Iwamoto was wearing a pair of polka-dot pants around his neck or why Sakuma was using a scarf as a tutu.
Fukka goes home and crosses “wear a more recognizable outfit” off his list.
A few days later, Fukka finds himself looking at box of hair dye on a grocery store run for his mother. He touches his neatly layered bangs and wonders when his next hair appointment will be. The girl at the salon always pulls too hard and charges extra, even when he doesn’t ask for a shampoo and rinse.
“That color doesn’t suit you,” one of the workers says while stacking the candy rack. The girl gives him a shrug before walking back to the counter.
Fukka feels exposed. He decides to never shop there again.
A few days later he gets a message from someone unexpected. Hasshi~, It says. Let’s go eat udon again tonight~ Yuyan Fukka stares and shrugs it off. Takaki probably pushed his arrow key one too many times and sent it to him by accident. He thinks about ignoring the message, but decides that it might be better to tell Hasshi first.
He slips out during break and heads towards A.B.C.-Z’s dressing room, but runs into Kisumai stuffing toilet paper into Goseki’s bag instead. “They’re in the conference room right now,” Nikaido says, busy attaching pink bow stickers to Tsukada’s cellphone. He turns around to give Senga a hand when the younger boy complains about accidentally sitting on a batch of glitter.
Fukka leaves wordlessly. Years in the jimusho have taught him to not question things. He sits on a lone bench and waits outside of the conference room, periodically checking his watch. Break ends ten minutes later, but Fukka figures that if he’s really needed, someone will come looking for him.
A.B.C.-Z emerges out of the conference room twenty minutes later, laughing at the sticky note on Kawai’s back.
“Hasshi.” Fukka springs to his feet instantly. “I need to tell you some-”
“Later, Fukka-chan.” Hashimoto says instead, giving the boy a quick wave before running off. “I have to meet Yuyan, and I’m late!” The rest of A.B.C.-Z gives Fukka sympathetic looks before heading back to their dressing room unsuspectingly.
“Oh,” Fukka says to himself, sitting back down on the bench. Well, he thinks, that was completely unnecessary. He stares at his pants and ignores the sounds of footsteps close by.
“Aw, don’t be sad!” Sanada coos, dropping a familiar doll on Fukka’s shoulder as he attempts to pat Fukka’s hair with its plush arms.
“This was your idea of cheering him up?” Sakuma asks, incredulous. “I thought you got rid of that thing already!”
Fukka takes the miniature doll of himself in his hands and plays with its yarn hair. He watches as Abe and Onodera make fun of Sanada and sets the Fukka-doll in his lap.
“What’s wrong?” Nozawa takes a seat on one side of the sulking boy. “You never came back to practice. We were worried.”
“I just-” Fukka opens his mouth, but closes it. He clutches Fukka-doll tighter, looking up only when Miyadate sits down on the other side of him. He sighs when Miyadate draws comforting circles on his back. “Sometimes I don’t say everything I feel, but I assume some things are implied. Wanting to stay friends should be one of them, right?”
“Hasshi is an idiot,” Onodera declares, eyes softening. “But he didn’t mean any harm. You don’t need him.”
“Yeah! Plus, we can eat all the udon we want,” Abe says. “The nine of us, I mean. That is if Hikaru is no longer ashamed to be seen with Sanada in public.” He hands Fukka the boy’s discarded cell phone, which still has Takaki’s message on the screen.
“I’m not the only one.” Iwamoto huffs in return, ignoring Sanada’s complaints in the background. “Come on, rehearsal is about to end anyways. Let’s go crash Hashimoto and Takaki’s little date.”
“When was the last time we went on a date?” Sanada asks his boyfriend. Nozawa laughs instead and sets his head on Sanada’s shoulders as he locks his fingers with Sanada’s.
“Hey-hey!” Watanabe is busy pulling the two apart now. “I thought we agreed that you’re not allowed to be all sickly cute at practice.”
“They’re jealous of our love.” Sanada makes a pained face at Nozawa.
“Stop it, you two!” Abe growls, throwing Fukka-doll’s miniature hat at Sanada and Nozawa. “I don’t approve of this marriage!”
Fukka laughs, watching Abe and Onodera grin at him from the wall. He looks from Sanada complaining about the pains he took in stitching Fukka-doll’s hat to Nozawa giggling. Iwamoto is smirking at the two while Sakuma plays with the Fukka-doll, teaching it how to do summersaults as Watanabe watches. Miyadate smiles at him when Fukka finally looks his way.
Somehow Kamei finds out about the incident from Sanada. Kamei tells Binki, who tells Asaka, who uses it as a chance to send Hasshi a million pictures of Moko-chan via cellphone. Takaki joins in, just for fun.
“Fukka!” Hasshi whines at practice a week later. “I’m sorry for being insensitive! Now, tell them to stop spamming me with photos of their dogs!” He makes a face of pain.
Fukka checks his inbox after practice and finds more messages. Asaka asks him to come over to play with Moko-chan. Binki sends him a bunch of selcas before asking him to go out for coffee. Kamei wants to know why Sanada keeps rambling about Nozawa. Fukka looks up when Onodera snatches the phone away.
“Come on,” Onodera says with seven grinning boys behind him. “Koyama-senpai said he’ll give us a discount at his mother’s ramen shop.”
On the way out, Iwamoto trips Sanada and Abe gossips about juniors. They pass by Kisumai’s room and ignore the fact that Goseki and Kawai are vandalizing the Kisumai magazine pages Fujigaya has put up in the room.
Fukka goes home that day and puts the fan letter away. Debuting is nice, he thinks, but for now he’s fine staying a junior.
[Fin]
AN: URG this took me forever to write because... idk. I'd keep learning something new about MSM and having to change a lot of the fic. Anyways, I hope you like it, Kyan~
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