[drabble] Ow!
Title: Ow! (Alternative Title: 5 Times Yabu Pinched Ryutaro's Cheeks.)
Author: Luna (dreamweavernyx )
Pairing: Yaburyu
Genre: Crack/Friendship
Notes: Written for the Yabu-thon, theme #15.
Request for Kil (xshun_vidoll ).
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one.
“Oh. My. Gawd,” bit out Ryutaro. “You are not making me wear that.”
He glared at the Myojo staff, but her smile never wavered, continuing to shove the costume at him.
“It’s a request by the readers, Morimoto-kun,” she said pleasantly. “Just put it on, please.”
Ryutaro hesitated. His manly pride howled in anguish and begged him not to reach out for the costume, but the desensitized Johnny’s spirit in him forced him to grab the horrendous outfit.
It’s just my job, after all.
Scowling, he emerged from the changing room several minutes later, and was immediately glomped by a squealing Yuto.
“You look so adorable!”
Ryutaro scowled, and yanked at the cat tail moodily.
“Shut up.”
Yabu laughed.
“As a cat, you’re really adorable ne, Ryuu?”
He reached out and pinched Ryutaro’s cheeks, ignoring the poor boy’s wail of protest.
two.
Ryutaro blinked.
He rubbed his eyes.
It was still there.
“Please,” he said, turning away from the smiling Chinen who had decided to adopt Massu’s fashion style (or lack thereof), “let this be a terrible nightmare.”
Yabu sighed, and pinched Ryutaro’s cheek hard.
“Ow!”
Yabu smiled his infamous no-eye smile.
“Well, now you know it’s not a dream.”
If looks could kill, Yabu would have died at least five million times already.
three.
All clues pointed to one person.
The said person was currently residing in the dressing room, probably relaxing as he gloated over his victory.
With the force of an enraged mother hen, Yabu busted open the dressing room door and stalked over to Ryutaro.
“You,” he said menacingly, “are in big trouble, young man.”
Ryutaro looked up from his manga, and pulled a face at Yabu.
“What did I do?”
Yabu simply pointed to the empty boxes lying next to him.
“You ate Dai-chan’s Pocky. Go apologize to Dai-chan now before he drowns himself in the toilet out of depression and withdrawal.”
Ryutaro ignored him, and Yabu snapped.
Reaching out, he pinched Ryutaro hard on the cheek, before dragging him by the collar of his shirt down the corridors to look for the Pocky-deprived penguin, ignoring all wails of pain from the younger boy.
four.
The tiny Fresh Jr. standing in the corridors looked generally very lost.
Yabu walked over to him.
“Need some help?”
The little kid nodded, and Yabu recognized him as the Morimoto kid from the televised auditions.
“I don’t know where my dressing room is,” he said, pouting slightly in frustration.
Yabu inwardly melted at the adorable expression.
“You’re so cute~” he said, grinning, and pinched the kid’s cheek, before leading him down the hallways to find his dressing room.
five.
“I suck,” muttered Ryutaro grumpily, glaring at the English test he had failed.
He was busy trying to glare a hole in the paper when Yabu came in, and saw the miserable face of the younger boy.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Ryutaro scowled, ad refused to answer. Yabu sighed.
“Ryuu, you’ll do better next time! Just study more, and you’ll definitely do better next time.”
Ryutaro said nothing, only grumpily shoving his test paper away.
“Smile, Ryuu,” said Yabu.
He reached across the table and grabbed both of Ryutaro’s cheeks, forcing them open into a smile.
“There,” he said, sounding satisfied, “isn’t that much better?”
Ryutaro glared daggers at Yabu.
“Eef eye cood, Iyd keel oo,” he tried to growl through his stretched mouth.
Yabu laughed.