Fanfiction - The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.
Title: The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: M/T
Rating: PG
Summary: Miyata's sick and Kitayama has entrusted him to Tamamori's care. Tamamori's patience for patients is limited, but Miyata knows how to get his way sometimes.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: There is an unhygienic kiss.
A/N: For omoikkiri, because she is awesome. 8DDDD
Beta'd by hotfruits ♥
Ahahaha. I don't think I've ever written a full out Tamamiya fic before. x: Eep. Title is from one Albert Ellis
When Miyata finally arrived at rehearsal, everyone was more concerned that he was late for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Most of them didn't even pay attention to the mask he was wearing, Miyata was known for occasionally dressing up as something that didn't resemble an old man.
Tamamori was not so convinced. “What is this?” He asked, snapping one of the ear bands with a fingertip.
Miyata smiled hopefully as he shrugged, the only indication of it happening being the way his eyes crinkled. The effort was rather effectively ruined as a spasm of coughing shook through him, doubling him over.
“Miyata!” Fujigaya exclaimed, torn between being cross, concerned, and exasperated. “What the hell!”
“What are you doing here?!” Yokoo yowled right after him, frantically digging through his bag (no doubt looking for either a throat lozenge or one of the five cough medicines he carried with him. Or a stun gun, nobody was really sure.)
“I'm fine, I'm fine!” Miyata tried to assure them all, peeking at them as he wiped his nose on a tissue before having another coughing fit, sounding even more congested than he had before.
“Bullshit,” Kitayama yawned, steering Fujigaya and Yokoo away before either tried to dismember their M. “Go home, you can't practice when you're like this.”
“Besides!” Kawai added from the couch. “What if you got us all sick? Are you infectious, Miyacchi? Is it a flying pig? Are you pregnant?” He waggled his eyebrow in question.
Fujigaya turned his glower to Kawai. “You. Get in your own dressing room.”
After kicking Kawai out, Kitayama turned back to Miyata, sighing. “Tama-chan, take him home and make sure he actually rests?”
Tamamori frowned, looking from Kitayama to Miyata. “Why do I have to?”
“Don't ask dumb questions,” Nikaido scoffed as he edged to the far side of the room, half hiding behind Senga. “You know he'll do anything for you.”
That statement remained uncontested, aided by the fact that Miyata was now giving Tamamori a sheepishly hopeful look. “Tender Loving Care, Tama-chan?” Miyata added.
“...” Tamamori looked around one more time, as if looking for some other solution, but Miyata started coughing again and everyone else shrank back, Nikaido ending up in the far corner. “Fine,” He mumbled, shuffling to the door. He ignored Miyata's fist-pump as he pulled his coat back on and pretty much tried to ignore Miyata the entire trip back to his house, his way of expressing his vexation with the other.
*
The first thing Miyata tried to do when they got into the apartment was head to the kitchen and make tea. Frowning in irritation, Tamamori tugged on Miyata's sleeve. “You're supposed to go rest, idiot.”
“But I wanted to...” Miyata quelled under Tamamori's glower and removed himself from the kitchen.
“Idiot,” Tamamori repeated to himself, turning back to the kitchen and rummaging around. There was a long pause and he huffed, sticking his head out to where Miyata was sitting on the couch. “You rearranged,” He accused. “Where the heck is everything?”
Miyata smiled, sneezing as he padded into the kitchen, showing Tamamori where everything was.
Tamamori only looked slightly mollified.
*
Fujigaya glanced at the gaps in their dance formations. “Are you sure that was a good idea... You know Tama's kinda... eh.”
Kitayama shrugged. “Would you rather have him here, hacking all over us?”
*
“Miyacchi, being sick means you need to rest, not that you should go for a walk or try to clean or tell me that my socks are cute.” Tamamori folded his arms, lips thinning.
“But your socks are cute!”
*
“But it tastes bad.” Miyata was reluctant to take the cough syrup Tamamori was brandishing at him.
“Oh my god, Miyata, how old are you?”
*
“What do I do?!” Tamamori demanded over the phone and Yokoo smiled in amusement. “Why am I doing this? You do this, you know how to deal with stupid people. You deal with Taipi.”
“I heard that!” Fujigaya hollered and Yokoo escaped from the dressing room to help Tamamori out.
*
Several cups of tea, some cough medicine, and a nap later, Miyata smiled effusively at Tamamori, nodding to the seat next to him. Tamamori shook his head, stubbornly remaining parked across the room. “Please...?” Miyata asked, trying his best to look pathetic and helpless, though he was quite a bit better than he had been that morning.
“No.”
“But I'm cold and Tama would help me warm up too,” Miyata tried again, knowing that he didn't sound very convincing but wanting to try anyways.
Tamamori gave him a flat look, but Miyata met his gaze unflinchingly, silently pleading.
Please, please, please, please?
It only took him five minutes for Tamamori to duck his head and scuffle his way over, tucking his feet underneath him as he sat next to Miyata.
Smiling, Miyata wrapped an arm around Tamamori, resting his chin on the other's shoulder. Nikaido had been pretty spot on, Miyata would do pretty much anything for Tamamori. But Miyata knew how to get his way too. “You know...”
Tamamori's head whipped around, already knowing what Miyata was wanting and no, but he bumped noses with Miyata and Miyata looked so hopeful and sniffley, Tamamori felt a small tug at his heartstrings.
“Miyacchi...”
“It'll help me get better?” Miyata nuzzled at Tamamori.
“... Just one,” Tamamori said finally, and Miyata just smiled, pulling Tamamori in and pressing his lips against the other's to make his one Get Well Kiss truly count.
*
{omake}
Three days later, an almost completely recovered Miyata walked into the dressing room to find Kawai and Fujigaya bickering and Kitayama trying to steal another nap while Yokoo chased Nikaido and Senga around.
“Good morning,” he waved at them all.
Fujigaya looked up from where he and Kawai were in a heated discussion. “Tama's sick. He said to tell Miyadate that he better learn how to skate.”
Miyata bit his lip, trying to not look too guilty, even as he smiled.
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A/N: My payments for a bunch of pocky sent my way, because omoikkiri really is awesome. 8DDD Yay for dipping a little bit deeper into Kisumai OTPs. x: *panic attack*
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: M/T
Rating: PG
Summary: Miyata's sick and Kitayama has entrusted him to Tamamori's care. Tamamori's patience for patients is limited, but Miyata knows how to get his way sometimes.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: There is an unhygienic kiss.
A/N: For omoikkiri, because she is awesome. 8DDDD
Beta'd by hotfruits ♥
Ahahaha. I don't think I've ever written a full out Tamamiya fic before. x: Eep. Title is from one Albert Ellis
When Miyata finally arrived at rehearsal, everyone was more concerned that he was late for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Most of them didn't even pay attention to the mask he was wearing, Miyata was known for occasionally dressing up as something that didn't resemble an old man.
Tamamori was not so convinced. “What is this?” He asked, snapping one of the ear bands with a fingertip.
Miyata smiled hopefully as he shrugged, the only indication of it happening being the way his eyes crinkled. The effort was rather effectively ruined as a spasm of coughing shook through him, doubling him over.
“Miyata!” Fujigaya exclaimed, torn between being cross, concerned, and exasperated. “What the hell!”
“What are you doing here?!” Yokoo yowled right after him, frantically digging through his bag (no doubt looking for either a throat lozenge or one of the five cough medicines he carried with him. Or a stun gun, nobody was really sure.)
“I'm fine, I'm fine!” Miyata tried to assure them all, peeking at them as he wiped his nose on a tissue before having another coughing fit, sounding even more congested than he had before.
“Bullshit,” Kitayama yawned, steering Fujigaya and Yokoo away before either tried to dismember their M. “Go home, you can't practice when you're like this.”
“Besides!” Kawai added from the couch. “What if you got us all sick? Are you infectious, Miyacchi? Is it a flying pig? Are you pregnant?” He waggled his eyebrow in question.
Fujigaya turned his glower to Kawai. “You. Get in your own dressing room.”
After kicking Kawai out, Kitayama turned back to Miyata, sighing. “Tama-chan, take him home and make sure he actually rests?”
Tamamori frowned, looking from Kitayama to Miyata. “Why do I have to?”
“Don't ask dumb questions,” Nikaido scoffed as he edged to the far side of the room, half hiding behind Senga. “You know he'll do anything for you.”
That statement remained uncontested, aided by the fact that Miyata was now giving Tamamori a sheepishly hopeful look. “Tender Loving Care, Tama-chan?” Miyata added.
“...” Tamamori looked around one more time, as if looking for some other solution, but Miyata started coughing again and everyone else shrank back, Nikaido ending up in the far corner. “Fine,” He mumbled, shuffling to the door. He ignored Miyata's fist-pump as he pulled his coat back on and pretty much tried to ignore Miyata the entire trip back to his house, his way of expressing his vexation with the other.
*
The first thing Miyata tried to do when they got into the apartment was head to the kitchen and make tea. Frowning in irritation, Tamamori tugged on Miyata's sleeve. “You're supposed to go rest, idiot.”
“But I wanted to...” Miyata quelled under Tamamori's glower and removed himself from the kitchen.
“Idiot,” Tamamori repeated to himself, turning back to the kitchen and rummaging around. There was a long pause and he huffed, sticking his head out to where Miyata was sitting on the couch. “You rearranged,” He accused. “Where the heck is everything?”
Miyata smiled, sneezing as he padded into the kitchen, showing Tamamori where everything was.
Tamamori only looked slightly mollified.
*
Fujigaya glanced at the gaps in their dance formations. “Are you sure that was a good idea... You know Tama's kinda... eh.”
Kitayama shrugged. “Would you rather have him here, hacking all over us?”
*
“Miyacchi, being sick means you need to rest, not that you should go for a walk or try to clean or tell me that my socks are cute.” Tamamori folded his arms, lips thinning.
“But your socks are cute!”
*
“But it tastes bad.” Miyata was reluctant to take the cough syrup Tamamori was brandishing at him.
“Oh my god, Miyata, how old are you?”
*
“What do I do?!” Tamamori demanded over the phone and Yokoo smiled in amusement. “Why am I doing this? You do this, you know how to deal with stupid people. You deal with Taipi.”
“I heard that!” Fujigaya hollered and Yokoo escaped from the dressing room to help Tamamori out.
*
Several cups of tea, some cough medicine, and a nap later, Miyata smiled effusively at Tamamori, nodding to the seat next to him. Tamamori shook his head, stubbornly remaining parked across the room. “Please...?” Miyata asked, trying his best to look pathetic and helpless, though he was quite a bit better than he had been that morning.
“No.”
“But I'm cold and Tama would help me warm up too,” Miyata tried again, knowing that he didn't sound very convincing but wanting to try anyways.
Tamamori gave him a flat look, but Miyata met his gaze unflinchingly, silently pleading.
Please, please, please, please?
It only took him five minutes for Tamamori to duck his head and scuffle his way over, tucking his feet underneath him as he sat next to Miyata.
Smiling, Miyata wrapped an arm around Tamamori, resting his chin on the other's shoulder. Nikaido had been pretty spot on, Miyata would do pretty much anything for Tamamori. But Miyata knew how to get his way too. “You know...”
Tamamori's head whipped around, already knowing what Miyata was wanting and no, but he bumped noses with Miyata and Miyata looked so hopeful and sniffley, Tamamori felt a small tug at his heartstrings.
“Miyacchi...”
“It'll help me get better?” Miyata nuzzled at Tamamori.
“... Just one,” Tamamori said finally, and Miyata just smiled, pulling Tamamori in and pressing his lips against the other's to make his one Get Well Kiss truly count.
*
{omake}
Three days later, an almost completely recovered Miyata walked into the dressing room to find Kawai and Fujigaya bickering and Kitayama trying to steal another nap while Yokoo chased Nikaido and Senga around.
“Good morning,” he waved at them all.
Fujigaya looked up from where he and Kawai were in a heated discussion. “Tama's sick. He said to tell Miyadate that he better learn how to skate.”
Miyata bit his lip, trying to not look too guilty, even as he smiled.
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A/N: My payments for a bunch of pocky sent my way, because omoikkiri really is awesome. 8DDD Yay for dipping a little bit deeper into Kisumai OTPs. x: *panic attack*