[Drabble] Janitor
Title: Janitor
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Y/F
Rating: G
Summary: Yokoo cleans on fridays.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for uepixie cause it sounded like she needed a smidgen of fluff. Totally pointless and lame and I swear I will write a fic about Yokoo someday that doesn't involve him cleaning. D8;;
It was common knowledge that Yokoo always spent an extra five minutes after rehearsals let out to tidy up to dressing room. Nothing too strenuous, but enough that he knew he'd be able to arrive the next day without taking anyone's head off, thankful that Nikaido never showed up before he did.
But it was a Friday and Yokoo decided to do a little bit more, sweeping the floors, wiping the tables, shoving the unclaimed clothes pile into a corner, and gathering all the discarded waterbottles for recyling. It was soothing, except Yokoo was dead-tired.
"Finished~," he hummed to himself, looking around the room. It wasn't exactly squeaky clean, but for seven guys, plus Kawai, it wasn't too bad.
Shouldering his bag, he stepped out the door-- nearly trodding one someone huddled near the doorway. "What the--?"
Fujigaya scrambled to his feet, having obviously dozed off. "Watta!"
Tilting his head, Yokoo helped brush Fujigaya's jacket off. "What're you doing here, Taipi?"
"I... well, it's been a while since just the two of us hung out..." Fujigaya grinned sheepishly.
Yokoo couldn't help but laugh, flicking at Fujigaya's forehead. "Idiot, you could've helped speed things up!"
"I didn't think you'd take so long!" Fujigaya protested, turning slightly pink. "Besides, you like your alone time."
He had a point. Yokoo preferred that the others cleaned up after themselves, but when he was on a roll, but still... "Try it out next time," he told Fujigaya, slinging an arm over his shoulders. "How about some drinks for now?"
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Y/F
Rating: G
Summary: Yokoo cleans on fridays.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for uepixie cause it sounded like she needed a smidgen of fluff. Totally pointless and lame and I swear I will write a fic about Yokoo someday that doesn't involve him cleaning. D8;;
It was common knowledge that Yokoo always spent an extra five minutes after rehearsals let out to tidy up to dressing room. Nothing too strenuous, but enough that he knew he'd be able to arrive the next day without taking anyone's head off, thankful that Nikaido never showed up before he did.
But it was a Friday and Yokoo decided to do a little bit more, sweeping the floors, wiping the tables, shoving the unclaimed clothes pile into a corner, and gathering all the discarded waterbottles for recyling. It was soothing, except Yokoo was dead-tired.
"Finished~," he hummed to himself, looking around the room. It wasn't exactly squeaky clean, but for seven guys, plus Kawai, it wasn't too bad.
Shouldering his bag, he stepped out the door-- nearly trodding one someone huddled near the doorway. "What the--?"
Fujigaya scrambled to his feet, having obviously dozed off. "Watta!"
Tilting his head, Yokoo helped brush Fujigaya's jacket off. "What're you doing here, Taipi?"
"I... well, it's been a while since just the two of us hung out..." Fujigaya grinned sheepishly.
Yokoo couldn't help but laugh, flicking at Fujigaya's forehead. "Idiot, you could've helped speed things up!"
"I didn't think you'd take so long!" Fujigaya protested, turning slightly pink. "Besides, you like your alone time."
He had a point. Yokoo preferred that the others cleaned up after themselves, but when he was on a roll, but still... "Try it out next time," he told Fujigaya, slinging an arm over his shoulders. "How about some drinks for now?"