[drabble] Chocolate
Title: Chocolate
Author: Luna (dreamweavernyx )
Pairing: Hikanoo
Genre: Fluff/Crack
Notes: Request for Saki (shiroikazex ).
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Yamada bounces into the dressing room where half of JUMP is busy changing for the photoshoot.
“I got chocolates!” he cries as though he was six years younger, “the most in the class!”
Takaki blinks at him.
“Eh….Yama-chan, you’re only waving one box.”
Yamada blinks, and places the admittedly large box of chocolates on the table, then pokes his head back out the door.
“Yu~to,” he whines, “You’re slow!”
A grumble is heard as Yuto staggers into the room, lugging a pile of candy boxes at least one head taller than him.
“Not my fault your admirers decided to empty out the candy shop,” grumbles the tall boy, as he lets the boxes drop to the floor with an audible thud. “Why’d you make me carry them anyway?”
“Chinen would have collapsed eons ago.”
“……Good point.”
The aforementioned boy bounces in, waving a small black box above his head like a maniac.
“Guess what?” he shrieks at the top of his lungs, “Ohno-kun gave me chocolate!”
When there is a lack of sufficient awe and wonder at this relevation, Chinen pouts, and toddles off to the couch where he sits and eats his chocolate.
Ryutaro looks up from his DS.
“So, I guess everybody got chocolate this year? Looks like we won’t have to touch any more sugar for the next year or so.”
Daiki grins and brandishes a giant bundle of chocolate Pocky, accidentally catching Takaki in the chest just as the taller boy was about to gesture to his own neat pile of chocolates.
Yabu’s mouth twitches as he finishes off a Kit-Kat from his own pile.
“Hey guys,” calls Keito as he walks through the door, carrying a small paper bag by his side. “Did all of you get chocolate-”
He pauses abruptly at the sight of Yuto sprawled on the floor moaning something about broken fingers.
“What happened?”
“Yamada happened,” moans Yuto as he flops his arms tiredly, in the process accidentally knocking over the Tower of Hanoi constructed out of Yamada’s candy boxes.
They clatter to the ground with loud rattles, and soon chaos erupts as everybody tries frantically to pick up the boxes and clear the candy rolling out from the ones that opened upon impact with the floor.
Amidst the pandemonium, nobody notices as Hikaru silently slips out of the dressing room.
Almost nobody, at least. A pair of sharp eyes catch the swish of movement, and he rises to his feet.
Meanwhile, Hikaru walks down the corridors slowly, trying his best to contain ugly jealousy rearing its head.
He slumps next to the humming metal of the vending machine, and tries to recompose himself. Envy causes a wave of bitter bile to rise up in his throat, and form a painful lump there.
“…Hikaru?”
Hikaru looks up, startled, at the quiet whisper, and finds himself looking straight into the dark eyes of Inoo.
“I’m fine,” he mumbles, and Inoo sighs, flopping down beside him.
“You can just tell me, you know.”
“You’ll laugh.”
Inoo shakes his head, fringe flying at the movement.
“Promise I won’t. I just want to know what’s wrong.”
Inoo reaches down and places his pale hand over Hikaru’s tanned one, sending warmth into it, trying to convey comfort to the younger boy.
There is silence for a while, and neither says anything, just leaning against the wall as the symphony of the humming machine fills the air.
“…I hate Valentine’s Day,” mutters Hikaru at last, resentfully. “I absolutely hate it.”
“Eh?” Inoo’s eyes widen. “Why?”
“It’s just another day where it gets rubbed into my face that none of the girls actually like me,” grumbles Hikaru, scowling. “Every year. Every year! Even in grade school, when the girls gave out friendship chocolates, they’d always forget me, somehow.”
“Oh, Hikaru-”
“I hate it!” snarls Hikaru. “I wouldn’t mind as much, but there they are talking about their chocolates and stuff, and I’m just sitting there, the only one with none! I guess that just means nobody likes me.”
He buries his head in his knees again, and Inoo gently unfolds his lanky legs before crawling over to face Hikaru.
“Hikaru, look at me.”
Hikaru stays in the same position, refusing to look up.
Inoo rolls his eyes, and reaching out, lifts up Hikaru’s chin with his finger.
“Hikaru. Stop it. Just because you didn’t get Valentine’s Day chocolates does not mean that nobody likes you.”
“Chocolate on Valentine’s Day is an obvious sign of liking-”
“Look,” says Inoo dryly, “if it helps, I didn’t get any either.”
Hikaru looks into Inoo’s eyes, now radiating honesty and sincerity.
“…Wait a minute. You had one box, didn’t you? A small one with home-made chocolates.”
“My sister forced that onto me because she had extra.”
That makes Hikaru fall silent. He looks sheepishly at the floor.
“Gosh, Hikaru,” says Inoo at last, letting go of his chin and sitting back down on the floor, “I don’t get why you’re getting so worked up over some candy.”
Hikaru opens his mouth to protest, but before he can say anything, Inoo reaches out and places a slender finger on Hikaru’s lips.
“Don’t ever say that nobody likes you,” he says quietly.
Hikaru attempts to say something, but the finger presses harder on his lips and he shuts up.
“Never say that,” Inoo says again, “because I like you.”
Stunned, Hikaru falls silent for a moment, as Inoo, realizing what has just come out of his mouth, drops the finger back down, his cheeks now dusted a pale pink.
“…You…like me?”
Inoo nods, beaming happily at Hikaru.
“It’s perfectly fine if you don’t return the feelings, I just want to let you know that someone cares-”
He falls silent at the look on Hikaru’s face.
“I…” mumbles Hikaru, finding the words a little hard to say, “I…like you too.”
Inoo smiles happily at that moment, brighter than the moon or the stars or even the sun, and bowls over the younger boy in a hug.
“See?” he whispers into Hikaru’s ear, “you are loved.”
Hikaru smiles back, and as Inoo leans forward a little more and their lips brush shyly against each other, he feels lighter than before.
“Thank you,” he whispers as they pull back.
Inoo just laughs, and reaches out to tuck a curl of hair back behind Hikaru’s ear.
“My pleasure,” he says cheekily, and dives in for another kiss.
Nobody questions when the two of them slip back into the dressing room after a twenty-minute disappearance, with rumpled shirts and a faint pink still present on Inoo’s pale face.
Nobody notices the discreetly joined pair of hands, pale fingers intertwined with honey brown.
Nobody sees as Hikaru meets Inoo’s eyes, and both smile softly and look away.
Hikaru finds he doesn’t mind now. Even if everybody in the whole world got mountains of Valentine’s Day chocolate, he wouldn’t care anymore.
As Inoo squeezes his fingers gently, he knows that he’s got somebody who cares about him now. Everything’s fine now.
Even if it’s just two of them against the world, it doesn’t matter.
Because they’ll be together.
Everything’s okay.