5 Kisses Yabu and Hikaru Never had + 1 that they did have
For karmoisin, who appreciates YabuHikka 8D
Star Light, Star Bright
Children make promises under the stars
“I believe good things will happen to people who wait,” Yabu tells him one night as they hide under the covers. The nurses on duty are too busy attending to the other wards to notice their vacant beds. “One day I’ll leave here.”
Hikaru pauses, digging his foot into the coldness of the rooftop. The lone blanket they snatched from Yabu’s bed is hardly enough to warm them against the dark October night. “Stop being such a romantic,” he huffs, busy staring the stars.
“I will,” Yabu says quietly, a look of determination flashing across his eyes. “We’ll both be happy then.”
Hikaru is happy now, with the way their hands are interlinked under the blanket and how their shoulders are touching. He knows Yabu is talking about something beyond their momentarily happiness, something beyond their daily check-ups and tissue tests and drug therapy.
So he puts his faith in Yabu and waits patiently, until the day their lives are no longer bound by these cold hospital walls. He thinks everything will be okay as he kisses Yabu under the constellations.
The Last Water lily
Prince Yabu enjoys being with his best friend palace!au verse
In their 14th summer together, Takaki goes on a family trip after much complaining (and bribing, on his mother’s part). Hikaru thinks nothing of it and continues lounging in Yabu’s private section of the palace, stretching lazily over the neatly groomed lawn outside of the East garden.
“What are you doing?” Prince Yabu asks when he finds Hikaru fishing in the pond with the bunt end of Yabu’s sword. “Hikaru! I need that!”
“It’s not even real.” Hikaru shrugs, busy examining the fish bait (read: random cheese bits he smuggled from the 4th kitchen, no thanks to Taiyou’s lack of cooperation. Honestly, since when did Taiyou grow a backbone?) as he peers over the water. “I know you have more expensive ones.”
“That’s not the point,” Yabu mumbles after a while. “Talking to you gives me a headache. Just give me back the sword when you’re done.” He leaves for a minute to instruct the new maid on something, and by the time he comes back, Hikaru is standing in the middle of the pond, waist-deep in water.
“I can explain!” Hikaru says as he attempts to kick aside the water lilies.
Yabu’s sword is lying at the bottom of the water.
“There’s a very simple explanation for this.” Hikaru insists, although sounding quite guilty in the process. It reminds Yabu of the time Hikaru accidentally ruined Takaki’s calligraphy scrolls, and Yabu can’t help but feel a bit silly as he steps into the pool of blueness.
The water is slightly cold, despite the warm July weather and the brightly shinning sun overhead. Yabu notices all of this as he skillfully trips over an impacted stone in the bottom of the pool and falls face-foreword-
-But not before Hikaru grabs him by his neatly tailored sleeves. They both go into the water with a splash, Yabu’s new court emblem and Hikaru’s shirt getting ruined the process.
Yabu laughs as he helps the other boy up. Hikaru’s black opal eyes are a warm brown hue under the sun as his normally unruly hair carefully frames his face in its dampness. Yabu watches as Hikaru peers up curiously at him, and suddenly Yabu’s fingers are tracing the delicate side of Hikaru’s cheek as he cups the boy’s face.
The kiss is light and feathery. It’s the complete opposite of Hikaru’s normally hasty nature. Yet, Yabu can only stare awkwardly at his friend’s unnaturally calm face.
“Kou,” Hikaru says after the first, second, and third kiss. “How long have you been waiting to try that out on a girl?”
“A while,” the prince laughs before setting his hands on the small of Hikaru’s back. It didn’t feel right with any of them, but it had felt right with Hikaru. However, Yabu is still too shy, too inexperience, and too young to know what he really wants, so what he tells Hikaru instead is, “let’s get out of the water.”
Hikaru gives him a puzzled look, but doesn’t press the question. They sit by the side of the pond, both drenched as they stay under the summer sun. “You’re my best friend,” Yabu says after a while.
“I know.” Hikaru hums in reply.
“And,” Yabu pauses, his childhood insecurity suddenly setting in. “I want us to stay best friends.”
“Okay,” Hikaru replies in his normally nonchalant voice.
Yabu hasn’t known anything then. That was the year of brutal academy assignments, countless formal events, and rare political up rises. It was also the year before Yabu learned the real truth about his mother, the year before Hikaru met a wide-eyed Inoo-chan in the academy, and a considerable number of years before a certain chef would come into Yabu’s life.
Yet, at the time, when Yabu smiled and Hikaru returned the gesture, everything had felt right.
Model Behavior
Number one host, Yabu Kota, charms more than just girls
For someone so charismatic at night, Yabu sleeps like a dead man.
Hikaru watches as Yabu nap contently on the couch. Yabu’s eyelashes are unbelievably long from this angle, and the rosy hue on his cheeks may or may not be due to the glasses of Champaign he drank to please the girls tonight. It’s only 5 in the morning, but the sun manages to shine through the windows to illuminate Yabu’s sleeping face.
Sometimes Hikaru wonders how this passive guy managed to become the number 1 host here while Hikaru stands at a lowly fourth. Regardless, he watches as everyone clean up around them. Yamada is busy laughing over something with Daiki while Takki hands out their weekly paychecks.
“What’s wrong with him?” Takaki asks on his way out, busy fixing his hair after a night of calling rounds and entertaining the customers.
“He’s been passed out since boss brought out the tequila shots.” Hikaru shrugs, still mesmerized by Yabu’s peaceful face. “I had to save his ass from being raped by one of the girls.”
“Here’s your share,” Takki says, magically appearing behind them. It’s a power he has harnessed carefully over the years to lour girls into their host club. He dumps two envelopes on top of Yabu’s sleeping figure. “Oh, and take Yabucchi home, won’t you?”
It’s not easy to move Yabu around when he’s completely incapacitated like this, but Hikaru somehow finds a way to get back to Yabu’s apartment, picking up the key hidden under the potted plant in the process. He dumps Yabu’s limp body on the bed before taking a quick shower.
Yabu is awake by the time Hikaru comes out, wrapped in one of Yabu’s many towels. He gives a small brow raise when Hikaru throws him one of the iced coffee cans from the kitchen. “My head is exploding,” he informs Hikaru.
“That’s because you’re a lightweight.” Hikaru shrugs, barefoot leaving small puddles of water on the floor as he moves to sit on the end of the bed. “You’re lucky I hid you in the back, or else you’d be waking up in Keiko’s house with a million STDs.”
“Well, you’re the best, of course,” Yabu whispers, leaning in closer to press his lips into Hikaru’s. “Don’t tell Keiko-chan, or she’ll be jealous.”
Yabu taste like alcohol, mints, and cigarettes at the same time. Hikaru knows Yabu doesn’t kiss his clients (“Only you, Hikaru,” Yabu mumbles while digging his face into the crook of Hikaru’s neck), so he can’t help but ask, “Have you been smoking?”
“No,” Yabu says, now lying back-down on the bed. “Yurina kissed me. She was pretty drunk, so I let it slide.”
“I don’t know if I can let that slide,” Hikaru says.
“Well.” Yabu smiles with a devious expression on his face as he pulls gently at the towel around Hikaru’s waist. “You’re the one half-naked on my bed.”
“What else is new?” Hikaru laughs as he kisses the side of Yabu’s jaw.
Keiko really is going to kill him, Hikaru decides.
Wedding Crashers
Yabu is the pained wedding planner and Hikaru is the disgruntle best-man
Yabu sighs, pushing his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose as he flips through the clipboard. The wedding attendance sheet is starting to come to fruition, but the seating arrangements for the reception is still a complete mess. He should’ve stopped doing celebrity weddings, but the publicity and ultimate paycheck is something even Yabu can’t refuse.
The bride is busy gushing over the reception menu while the groom makes consecutive phone calls outside. They’re completely different people. Yabu gives this marriage one year, tops.
Also in attendance is a ditzy maid of honor and a disgruntle best man. The latter seems to be the more coherent one, so Yabu decides to turn to him and ask, “Have you picked out the tux, yet?”
“Isn’t that your job?” The man says instead.
“If you want it to be,” Yabu relies reflexively, writing another line down in his notes.
He doesn’t see the best man again until the bachelor party. Yabu is busy resisting the urge to drink for the sake of the wedding tomorrow when a familiar face slides up to him at the bar. “I’m not the bartender,” Yabu says immediately, after having to mix a variety of drinks for a crowd of drunken men.
“Yeah,” The newcomer says. “You’re the planner, right?”
“Yes,” Yabu replies, surprised at the other man’s unexpected sobriety.
“Relax a little, though. You’re the only one not having fun here. We’re trying to celebrate Keito’s last night as a free man,” he says before shoving a series of drinks at Yabu. “Hey,” he says somewhere between Yabu’s sixth and seventh shot. “You’re kind of attractive without your glasses. I bet the bridesmaids would totally tap that.”
“Why would that matter?” Yabu shouts over the loud music. “I don’t like girls!”
“Really?” The best man blinks.
“I’m a wedding planner, for god’s sake!” Yabu is saying when he finds himself making out with the other man, who happens to be the only sober one in this entire room. “You-”
“I’m Hikaru,” he says. “And you’re hot.”
When Yabu wakes up the next morning, it is already 11:30, and there are 16 missed calls on his cell phone. “I need to go,” he says before Hikaru pulls him back down on the bed and into a familiar warmness. “This wedding can’t run itself!”
Hikaru takes a few minutes to pin an unwilling wedding planner against the Egyptian cotton sheets. “No, but I’m pretty sure Yuto is going to crash the wedding and kidnap the groom.” He smirks at a flustered Yabu, who happens to look even hotter in Hikaru’s bed. “So you’re not really needed, you see.”
“I see.” Yabu nods, conceding easily as he makes himself comfortable on the bed.
Full of Cheese
Soccer champion Hikaru doesn't like the new kid
The transfer student is unbelievably annoying. Hikaru watches as the kid new charm their classmates in the corner. The kid’s voice is too squeaky and his cheekbones are too sharp for Hikaru’s liking. At soccer practice, their coach praise Yabu-kun’s skills.
“You’re a forward,” the coach tells the new kid.
Hikaru has been the only regular on the team to play forward, so he decides to test out the boy during their intra-team scrimmage. They spend twenty minutes fighting over the ball while bored teammates watch from the side lines.
“Have the two of you been hogging the field all this time?” The club manager asks when she comes to deliver the cooler. Suddenly Yabu is off the field and helping Minami-Chan with the cups.
“Stupid ass kisser,” Hikaru mumbles, bitterness completely unrelated to his recent loss.
“I hate that kid,” Hikaru tells Inoo during lunch in between wolfing down his second bento.
“He seems nice to me,” Inoo comments idly as he flips through a math prep-book. “What?” Inoo sighs when Hikaru knocks the book out of his hand, complaining about Inoo’s lameness. “What do you want me to say? He’s terrible? I hate him? Let’s lock him in the bathroom? How old are you, Hikaru?”
“Old enough to know that I don’t like this kid.”
Inoo takes a minute to massage his oncoming headache before saying, “give me back the book.”
“No.” Hikaru scowls. “Stop being a math nerd.”
“Inoo-kun?” Yabu decides to appear then with his notebook. “Sorry, Sakura-chan told me that you’re good with math. I was wondering if you could help me with my homewo-”
“Hey, you.” Hikaru cuts in instead, pointing an accusing finger at Yabu. “You, me, behind the soccer club room after school today. I’ll show you some real soccer.”
It doesn’t really go according to plan because three hours later, Hikaru is the one who finds himself pinned to the wall of the club room with an intimidating boy looming over him. “What’s with your face?” Hikaru demands, attempting to wiggle out of Yabu’s grasp. It doesn’t work.
“You’re the one who wanted to ‘talk’,” Yabu says, already loosening Hikaru’s tie. He pauses when Hikaru edges away. “What?”
“I actually wanted to talk, you know, as in, talk!” Actually, Hikaru had wanted to kick Yabu’s ass, but seeing that the taller boy is more interested in undressing Hikaru, the plan fails. Horribly.
-Because Yabu is currently reaching for Hikaru’s belt.
“Hey!” Hikaru yells when he finally pushes Yabu off.
“What?” Yabu says, a little ticked as he flattens his uniform shirt.
“If you want to do this,” Hikaru says slowly, very slowly. “You’ll need to do it by my terms.”
Yabu’s smirk is small, but it manages to make Hikaru extremely uncomfortable. That is, if comfortable is an euphemism for- yeah. “Okay, let’s hear it.”
Way back into Love
Yabu and Hikaru, teenage idols on tour.
In their hotel room, when the commotion in the hallway has faded and everyone has returned to bed, Hikaru suddenly suggests that they have a sleep over.
“What do you think this is, moron?” Yabu laughs as he changes into his pajama bottoms.
“I meant on the floor, you doofus.” Hikaru grins back, eyes lingering a second too long over Yabu’s exposed hips and thin waist. He takes a moment to yank the contents of Yabu’s bed on the ground.
“Hey,” Yabu whines with amusement in his voice as he takes a seat on the floor. “Aw, did you want to cuddle? You know we could’ve done that on a bed, right?”
“Nah,” Hikaru says instead, leaning in to push Yabu against the side of his bed. “I kind of wanted to do this,” he mumbles into Yabu’s lips before pulling the taller boy into a kiss.
“Nfh,” Yabu manages to let out a half-whine, half-groan. His legs stretch comfortably into the tangled bed sheets on the ground as the back of his hand travel leisurely down Hikaru’s arms. “You know,” he adds when Hikaru lets go for a second, “we could’ve done that on the bed too.”
“Stop whining, you girl,” Hikaru replies with a grin. He’s still smirking when Yabu pushes him down, Hikaru’s head narrowly avoiding the other legs of his bedpost. “Someone’s bossy.”
“You’re the one who wanted the floor,” Yabu says, taking careful measures to slowly wet his lips with his tongue. “What, no complaints?” Yabu grins as his free hand travel slowly down Hikaru’s side, stopping momentarily over the edge of Hikaru’s shirt to pull it up.
Hikaru seems to be taking similar actions as he tug lazily at Yabu’s cotton pajamas. “No complaints,” he agrees, suddenly moving Yabu down for another kiss.
fin
AN: AU!VERSE!!! I'm still working on palace!au2, don't worry. Most of these drabbles were written while listening to this. The soccer drabble is inspired by this online manga.
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Star Light, Star Bright
Children make promises under the stars
“I believe good things will happen to people who wait,” Yabu tells him one night as they hide under the covers. The nurses on duty are too busy attending to the other wards to notice their vacant beds. “One day I’ll leave here.”
Hikaru pauses, digging his foot into the coldness of the rooftop. The lone blanket they snatched from Yabu’s bed is hardly enough to warm them against the dark October night. “Stop being such a romantic,” he huffs, busy staring the stars.
“I will,” Yabu says quietly, a look of determination flashing across his eyes. “We’ll both be happy then.”
Hikaru is happy now, with the way their hands are interlinked under the blanket and how their shoulders are touching. He knows Yabu is talking about something beyond their momentarily happiness, something beyond their daily check-ups and tissue tests and drug therapy.
So he puts his faith in Yabu and waits patiently, until the day their lives are no longer bound by these cold hospital walls. He thinks everything will be okay as he kisses Yabu under the constellations.
The Last Water lily
Prince Yabu enjoys being with his best friend palace!au verse
In their 14th summer together, Takaki goes on a family trip after much complaining (and bribing, on his mother’s part). Hikaru thinks nothing of it and continues lounging in Yabu’s private section of the palace, stretching lazily over the neatly groomed lawn outside of the East garden.
“What are you doing?” Prince Yabu asks when he finds Hikaru fishing in the pond with the bunt end of Yabu’s sword. “Hikaru! I need that!”
“It’s not even real.” Hikaru shrugs, busy examining the fish bait (read: random cheese bits he smuggled from the 4th kitchen, no thanks to Taiyou’s lack of cooperation. Honestly, since when did Taiyou grow a backbone?) as he peers over the water. “I know you have more expensive ones.”
“That’s not the point,” Yabu mumbles after a while. “Talking to you gives me a headache. Just give me back the sword when you’re done.” He leaves for a minute to instruct the new maid on something, and by the time he comes back, Hikaru is standing in the middle of the pond, waist-deep in water.
“I can explain!” Hikaru says as he attempts to kick aside the water lilies.
Yabu’s sword is lying at the bottom of the water.
“There’s a very simple explanation for this.” Hikaru insists, although sounding quite guilty in the process. It reminds Yabu of the time Hikaru accidentally ruined Takaki’s calligraphy scrolls, and Yabu can’t help but feel a bit silly as he steps into the pool of blueness.
The water is slightly cold, despite the warm July weather and the brightly shinning sun overhead. Yabu notices all of this as he skillfully trips over an impacted stone in the bottom of the pool and falls face-foreword-
-But not before Hikaru grabs him by his neatly tailored sleeves. They both go into the water with a splash, Yabu’s new court emblem and Hikaru’s shirt getting ruined the process.
Yabu laughs as he helps the other boy up. Hikaru’s black opal eyes are a warm brown hue under the sun as his normally unruly hair carefully frames his face in its dampness. Yabu watches as Hikaru peers up curiously at him, and suddenly Yabu’s fingers are tracing the delicate side of Hikaru’s cheek as he cups the boy’s face.
The kiss is light and feathery. It’s the complete opposite of Hikaru’s normally hasty nature. Yet, Yabu can only stare awkwardly at his friend’s unnaturally calm face.
“Kou,” Hikaru says after the first, second, and third kiss. “How long have you been waiting to try that out on a girl?”
“A while,” the prince laughs before setting his hands on the small of Hikaru’s back. It didn’t feel right with any of them, but it had felt right with Hikaru. However, Yabu is still too shy, too inexperience, and too young to know what he really wants, so what he tells Hikaru instead is, “let’s get out of the water.”
Hikaru gives him a puzzled look, but doesn’t press the question. They sit by the side of the pond, both drenched as they stay under the summer sun. “You’re my best friend,” Yabu says after a while.
“I know.” Hikaru hums in reply.
“And,” Yabu pauses, his childhood insecurity suddenly setting in. “I want us to stay best friends.”
“Okay,” Hikaru replies in his normally nonchalant voice.
Yabu hasn’t known anything then. That was the year of brutal academy assignments, countless formal events, and rare political up rises. It was also the year before Yabu learned the real truth about his mother, the year before Hikaru met a wide-eyed Inoo-chan in the academy, and a considerable number of years before a certain chef would come into Yabu’s life.
Yet, at the time, when Yabu smiled and Hikaru returned the gesture, everything had felt right.
Model Behavior
Number one host, Yabu Kota, charms more than just girls
For someone so charismatic at night, Yabu sleeps like a dead man.
Hikaru watches as Yabu nap contently on the couch. Yabu’s eyelashes are unbelievably long from this angle, and the rosy hue on his cheeks may or may not be due to the glasses of Champaign he drank to please the girls tonight. It’s only 5 in the morning, but the sun manages to shine through the windows to illuminate Yabu’s sleeping face.
Sometimes Hikaru wonders how this passive guy managed to become the number 1 host here while Hikaru stands at a lowly fourth. Regardless, he watches as everyone clean up around them. Yamada is busy laughing over something with Daiki while Takki hands out their weekly paychecks.
“What’s wrong with him?” Takaki asks on his way out, busy fixing his hair after a night of calling rounds and entertaining the customers.
“He’s been passed out since boss brought out the tequila shots.” Hikaru shrugs, still mesmerized by Yabu’s peaceful face. “I had to save his ass from being raped by one of the girls.”
“Here’s your share,” Takki says, magically appearing behind them. It’s a power he has harnessed carefully over the years to lour girls into their host club. He dumps two envelopes on top of Yabu’s sleeping figure. “Oh, and take Yabucchi home, won’t you?”
It’s not easy to move Yabu around when he’s completely incapacitated like this, but Hikaru somehow finds a way to get back to Yabu’s apartment, picking up the key hidden under the potted plant in the process. He dumps Yabu’s limp body on the bed before taking a quick shower.
Yabu is awake by the time Hikaru comes out, wrapped in one of Yabu’s many towels. He gives a small brow raise when Hikaru throws him one of the iced coffee cans from the kitchen. “My head is exploding,” he informs Hikaru.
“That’s because you’re a lightweight.” Hikaru shrugs, barefoot leaving small puddles of water on the floor as he moves to sit on the end of the bed. “You’re lucky I hid you in the back, or else you’d be waking up in Keiko’s house with a million STDs.”
“Well, you’re the best, of course,” Yabu whispers, leaning in closer to press his lips into Hikaru’s. “Don’t tell Keiko-chan, or she’ll be jealous.”
Yabu taste like alcohol, mints, and cigarettes at the same time. Hikaru knows Yabu doesn’t kiss his clients (“Only you, Hikaru,” Yabu mumbles while digging his face into the crook of Hikaru’s neck), so he can’t help but ask, “Have you been smoking?”
“No,” Yabu says, now lying back-down on the bed. “Yurina kissed me. She was pretty drunk, so I let it slide.”
“I don’t know if I can let that slide,” Hikaru says.
“Well.” Yabu smiles with a devious expression on his face as he pulls gently at the towel around Hikaru’s waist. “You’re the one half-naked on my bed.”
“What else is new?” Hikaru laughs as he kisses the side of Yabu’s jaw.
Keiko really is going to kill him, Hikaru decides.
Wedding Crashers
Yabu is the pained wedding planner and Hikaru is the disgruntle best-man
Yabu sighs, pushing his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose as he flips through the clipboard. The wedding attendance sheet is starting to come to fruition, but the seating arrangements for the reception is still a complete mess. He should’ve stopped doing celebrity weddings, but the publicity and ultimate paycheck is something even Yabu can’t refuse.
The bride is busy gushing over the reception menu while the groom makes consecutive phone calls outside. They’re completely different people. Yabu gives this marriage one year, tops.
Also in attendance is a ditzy maid of honor and a disgruntle best man. The latter seems to be the more coherent one, so Yabu decides to turn to him and ask, “Have you picked out the tux, yet?”
“Isn’t that your job?” The man says instead.
“If you want it to be,” Yabu relies reflexively, writing another line down in his notes.
He doesn’t see the best man again until the bachelor party. Yabu is busy resisting the urge to drink for the sake of the wedding tomorrow when a familiar face slides up to him at the bar. “I’m not the bartender,” Yabu says immediately, after having to mix a variety of drinks for a crowd of drunken men.
“Yeah,” The newcomer says. “You’re the planner, right?”
“Yes,” Yabu replies, surprised at the other man’s unexpected sobriety.
“Relax a little, though. You’re the only one not having fun here. We’re trying to celebrate Keito’s last night as a free man,” he says before shoving a series of drinks at Yabu. “Hey,” he says somewhere between Yabu’s sixth and seventh shot. “You’re kind of attractive without your glasses. I bet the bridesmaids would totally tap that.”
“Why would that matter?” Yabu shouts over the loud music. “I don’t like girls!”
“Really?” The best man blinks.
“I’m a wedding planner, for god’s sake!” Yabu is saying when he finds himself making out with the other man, who happens to be the only sober one in this entire room. “You-”
“I’m Hikaru,” he says. “And you’re hot.”
When Yabu wakes up the next morning, it is already 11:30, and there are 16 missed calls on his cell phone. “I need to go,” he says before Hikaru pulls him back down on the bed and into a familiar warmness. “This wedding can’t run itself!”
Hikaru takes a few minutes to pin an unwilling wedding planner against the Egyptian cotton sheets. “No, but I’m pretty sure Yuto is going to crash the wedding and kidnap the groom.” He smirks at a flustered Yabu, who happens to look even hotter in Hikaru’s bed. “So you’re not really needed, you see.”
“I see.” Yabu nods, conceding easily as he makes himself comfortable on the bed.
Full of Cheese
Soccer champion Hikaru doesn't like the new kid
The transfer student is unbelievably annoying. Hikaru watches as the kid new charm their classmates in the corner. The kid’s voice is too squeaky and his cheekbones are too sharp for Hikaru’s liking. At soccer practice, their coach praise Yabu-kun’s skills.
“You’re a forward,” the coach tells the new kid.
Hikaru has been the only regular on the team to play forward, so he decides to test out the boy during their intra-team scrimmage. They spend twenty minutes fighting over the ball while bored teammates watch from the side lines.
“Have the two of you been hogging the field all this time?” The club manager asks when she comes to deliver the cooler. Suddenly Yabu is off the field and helping Minami-Chan with the cups.
“Stupid ass kisser,” Hikaru mumbles, bitterness completely unrelated to his recent loss.
“I hate that kid,” Hikaru tells Inoo during lunch in between wolfing down his second bento.
“He seems nice to me,” Inoo comments idly as he flips through a math prep-book. “What?” Inoo sighs when Hikaru knocks the book out of his hand, complaining about Inoo’s lameness. “What do you want me to say? He’s terrible? I hate him? Let’s lock him in the bathroom? How old are you, Hikaru?”
“Old enough to know that I don’t like this kid.”
Inoo takes a minute to massage his oncoming headache before saying, “give me back the book.”
“No.” Hikaru scowls. “Stop being a math nerd.”
“Inoo-kun?” Yabu decides to appear then with his notebook. “Sorry, Sakura-chan told me that you’re good with math. I was wondering if you could help me with my homewo-”
“Hey, you.” Hikaru cuts in instead, pointing an accusing finger at Yabu. “You, me, behind the soccer club room after school today. I’ll show you some real soccer.”
It doesn’t really go according to plan because three hours later, Hikaru is the one who finds himself pinned to the wall of the club room with an intimidating boy looming over him. “What’s with your face?” Hikaru demands, attempting to wiggle out of Yabu’s grasp. It doesn’t work.
“You’re the one who wanted to ‘talk’,” Yabu says, already loosening Hikaru’s tie. He pauses when Hikaru edges away. “What?”
“I actually wanted to talk, you know, as in, talk!” Actually, Hikaru had wanted to kick Yabu’s ass, but seeing that the taller boy is more interested in undressing Hikaru, the plan fails. Horribly.
-Because Yabu is currently reaching for Hikaru’s belt.
“Hey!” Hikaru yells when he finally pushes Yabu off.
“What?” Yabu says, a little ticked as he flattens his uniform shirt.
“If you want to do this,” Hikaru says slowly, very slowly. “You’ll need to do it by my terms.”
Yabu’s smirk is small, but it manages to make Hikaru extremely uncomfortable. That is, if comfortable is an euphemism for- yeah. “Okay, let’s hear it.”
Way back into Love
Yabu and Hikaru, teenage idols on tour.
In their hotel room, when the commotion in the hallway has faded and everyone has returned to bed, Hikaru suddenly suggests that they have a sleep over.
“What do you think this is, moron?” Yabu laughs as he changes into his pajama bottoms.
“I meant on the floor, you doofus.” Hikaru grins back, eyes lingering a second too long over Yabu’s exposed hips and thin waist. He takes a moment to yank the contents of Yabu’s bed on the ground.
“Hey,” Yabu whines with amusement in his voice as he takes a seat on the floor. “Aw, did you want to cuddle? You know we could’ve done that on a bed, right?”
“Nah,” Hikaru says instead, leaning in to push Yabu against the side of his bed. “I kind of wanted to do this,” he mumbles into Yabu’s lips before pulling the taller boy into a kiss.
“Nfh,” Yabu manages to let out a half-whine, half-groan. His legs stretch comfortably into the tangled bed sheets on the ground as the back of his hand travel leisurely down Hikaru’s arms. “You know,” he adds when Hikaru lets go for a second, “we could’ve done that on the bed too.”
“Stop whining, you girl,” Hikaru replies with a grin. He’s still smirking when Yabu pushes him down, Hikaru’s head narrowly avoiding the other legs of his bedpost. “Someone’s bossy.”
“You’re the one who wanted the floor,” Yabu says, taking careful measures to slowly wet his lips with his tongue. “What, no complaints?” Yabu grins as his free hand travel slowly down Hikaru’s side, stopping momentarily over the edge of Hikaru’s shirt to pull it up.
Hikaru seems to be taking similar actions as he tug lazily at Yabu’s cotton pajamas. “No complaints,” he agrees, suddenly moving Yabu down for another kiss.
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AN: AU!VERSE!!! I'm still working on palace!au2, don't worry. Most of these drabbles were written while listening to this. The soccer drabble is inspired by this online manga.
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