[one-shot] Why Me?
Title: Why me?
Fandom: Hey!Say!7 WEST (Kamiyama/Takemoto)
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Summary: There’s always someone who gets picked on more than others. In the case of the Kansai Juniors, it’s Takemoto and his special brand of special. The ones that are picked on in the jimusho are the ones that are loved best. But no one’s ever explained this to Takemoto.
Setting: After the August 17th TOUGH WEEDS. Majority of the MC was about how weird Takemoto is, while he and Senzaki tried to share a mike.
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He slumps into the first chair he comes to in the 7 WEST dressing room, nearly causing Kamiyama to trip over him. He’s about to make a protest, seeing as how the younger boy is in his seat, but when Takemoto gives him a most pitiful look, he stops.
He waits for an explanation, but because all Takemoto does is look and pout at him, he finally reaches out and flicks him on the forehead. “If you’re not gonna tell me what’s wrong, get out of my seat.”
It comes out harsher than what he meant, but the others are starting to file in now, Shigeoka laughing loudly at his own impersonation of Ryusei.
Kamiyama sighs. “We’ll go get ice cream after this, so get ready.”
Takemoto gives him a small smile, eyes lighting up, before he goes over to where his things are. He thinks that maybe it is a good thing that everyone else is distracted by Shigeoka ‘cause he can feel the heat creeping up his neck. He looks down at his bag, willing his face not to redden just like it does every time the younger boy looks at him.
When Kamiyama goes to meet him at the theater’s back exit, Takemoto is already waiting for him. Senzaki gives his hair one more furious ruffle before waving bye to Kamiyama, leaving with Amano. Takemoto lets out a long suffering sigh as he tries to make his hair go back down to something that can’t be categorized as a fur ball.
The older boy can’t help but laugh, stepping forward to assist. “You’re becoming their beloved kouhai.”
Takemoto’s silent at this, hands falling to his side, allowing him to fix it for him.
So focused on the other boy’s hair, he doesn’t register mentally when he moves forward to see the other side of Takemoto’s head. He does however notice how close he is when he looks down and suddenly Takemoto’s face is right there, eyes wide and staring. He can’t stop himself from staring back, frozen in his spot.
“Oh and what’s this?”
They both jump away from each other as Akito comes up to them, Hamanaka and Hamada not far behind.
“I was just… He was j-just…” Takemoto stammers.
“I was just fixing his hair,” he says firmly, but they just pat him on the shoulder as they pass.
“Don’t make out near the exit,” Hamada whispers, smiling warmly, excited as always when he can give his kouhai some advice. “Someone might see.”
If he wasn’t blushing before, he sure is now. Muttering something under his breathe about nosey sempai, he and Takemoto head out into the night.
The Shochikuza is in the heart of one of Osaka’s largest shopping and eating districts, making it easy for them to lose themselves in the crowd. Most fan girls waiting for them would probably go to the subway exit nearby, but they use the main walkway through the large arcade of shops. It’s at the peak of summer, but there’s a nice cool breeze that’s passing through tonight.
When they finally reach the ice cream shop on the basement level of one of the department stores, they still haven’t really said anything. They just smile at each other while the girls making their ice cream creations sing as they work.
Ice cream now in hand, they manage to find a table in the corner.
“You gonna tell me what’s bugging you?” Kamiyama asks, taking a large bite of his ice cream. He decides that if he focuses on that problem, he, for now anyway, can avoid talking about what ever it is that’s been going on with them recently.
He takes a tiny bite, sucking on the spoon a little as he thinks it over. “No one takes me seriously.”
He really doesn’t mean to, but Kamiyama laughs. “That’s it?”
Takemoto pouts. “See! All everyone does is make fun of me.”
He stops laughing at that. “Come on… You know no one means it.”
“But no one picks on you guys… Not the same way they do to me…”
Kamiyama smiles. “No one plays with us the same way either. Think about it. Does Senzaki-kun horse around like that with any of the rest of us? Do they spend a huge chunk of an MC talking about any of the rest of us?”
Takemoto shakes his head slowly, not saying anything, but the amount of ice cream he’s scooping up at a time is increasing and Kamiyama takes this as a good sign.
“They’re not picking on you,” he continues, licking his lips. “They’re trying to show that they like you.”
Problem solved, they finish their ice cream talking about that day’s show (“Stop laughing! You’re not the one that had a bunch of foreigners in front of you the WHOLE TIME!”) and what they should do for Ryusei’s birthday tomorrow (“I bet Kiriyama-kun will introduce himself as ‘Fujii Ryusei’ tomorrow.”). Kamiyama can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not to have a show on your birthday or not.
They walk through the busy station, now too long after the show for fan girls to still be waiting for them, which in hindsight, Kamiyama thinks is probably a good thing. As they’re about to part, needing to go to different train lines, Takemoto catches his hand and tightens his grip before he can pull away.
He smiles sweetly, hands still connected. “Thanks for buying me the ice cream.”
Maybe it’s just his imagination, but Kamiyama swears that Takemoto is holding his hand much longer than a friend would. And even as he watches the younger boy blend into the crowd, his hand is tingling from his touch.
He might have to talk about the two of them much sooner than he thought.
A/N: I don’t know how this happened. I swear to god. I sat down to attempt to add BAD/BOYS to the kindergarten verse I’ve been writing, but then this came out and I really don’t know what happened.
I think I’m slowly gonna start posting the fics I’ve been a little hesitant to… Not sure how comfortable I am with writing about a bunch of 16 year olds… >.>
Fandom: Hey!Say!7 WEST (Kamiyama/Takemoto)
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Summary: There’s always someone who gets picked on more than others. In the case of the Kansai Juniors, it’s Takemoto and his special brand of special. The ones that are picked on in the jimusho are the ones that are loved best. But no one’s ever explained this to Takemoto.
Setting: After the August 17th TOUGH WEEDS. Majority of the MC was about how weird Takemoto is, while he and Senzaki tried to share a mike.
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He slumps into the first chair he comes to in the 7 WEST dressing room, nearly causing Kamiyama to trip over him. He’s about to make a protest, seeing as how the younger boy is in his seat, but when Takemoto gives him a most pitiful look, he stops.
He waits for an explanation, but because all Takemoto does is look and pout at him, he finally reaches out and flicks him on the forehead. “If you’re not gonna tell me what’s wrong, get out of my seat.”
It comes out harsher than what he meant, but the others are starting to file in now, Shigeoka laughing loudly at his own impersonation of Ryusei.
Kamiyama sighs. “We’ll go get ice cream after this, so get ready.”
Takemoto gives him a small smile, eyes lighting up, before he goes over to where his things are. He thinks that maybe it is a good thing that everyone else is distracted by Shigeoka ‘cause he can feel the heat creeping up his neck. He looks down at his bag, willing his face not to redden just like it does every time the younger boy looks at him.
When Kamiyama goes to meet him at the theater’s back exit, Takemoto is already waiting for him. Senzaki gives his hair one more furious ruffle before waving bye to Kamiyama, leaving with Amano. Takemoto lets out a long suffering sigh as he tries to make his hair go back down to something that can’t be categorized as a fur ball.
The older boy can’t help but laugh, stepping forward to assist. “You’re becoming their beloved kouhai.”
Takemoto’s silent at this, hands falling to his side, allowing him to fix it for him.
So focused on the other boy’s hair, he doesn’t register mentally when he moves forward to see the other side of Takemoto’s head. He does however notice how close he is when he looks down and suddenly Takemoto’s face is right there, eyes wide and staring. He can’t stop himself from staring back, frozen in his spot.
“Oh and what’s this?”
They both jump away from each other as Akito comes up to them, Hamanaka and Hamada not far behind.
“I was just… He was j-just…” Takemoto stammers.
“I was just fixing his hair,” he says firmly, but they just pat him on the shoulder as they pass.
“Don’t make out near the exit,” Hamada whispers, smiling warmly, excited as always when he can give his kouhai some advice. “Someone might see.”
If he wasn’t blushing before, he sure is now. Muttering something under his breathe about nosey sempai, he and Takemoto head out into the night.
The Shochikuza is in the heart of one of Osaka’s largest shopping and eating districts, making it easy for them to lose themselves in the crowd. Most fan girls waiting for them would probably go to the subway exit nearby, but they use the main walkway through the large arcade of shops. It’s at the peak of summer, but there’s a nice cool breeze that’s passing through tonight.
When they finally reach the ice cream shop on the basement level of one of the department stores, they still haven’t really said anything. They just smile at each other while the girls making their ice cream creations sing as they work.
Ice cream now in hand, they manage to find a table in the corner.
“You gonna tell me what’s bugging you?” Kamiyama asks, taking a large bite of his ice cream. He decides that if he focuses on that problem, he, for now anyway, can avoid talking about what ever it is that’s been going on with them recently.
He takes a tiny bite, sucking on the spoon a little as he thinks it over. “No one takes me seriously.”
He really doesn’t mean to, but Kamiyama laughs. “That’s it?”
Takemoto pouts. “See! All everyone does is make fun of me.”
He stops laughing at that. “Come on… You know no one means it.”
“But no one picks on you guys… Not the same way they do to me…”
Kamiyama smiles. “No one plays with us the same way either. Think about it. Does Senzaki-kun horse around like that with any of the rest of us? Do they spend a huge chunk of an MC talking about any of the rest of us?”
Takemoto shakes his head slowly, not saying anything, but the amount of ice cream he’s scooping up at a time is increasing and Kamiyama takes this as a good sign.
“They’re not picking on you,” he continues, licking his lips. “They’re trying to show that they like you.”
Problem solved, they finish their ice cream talking about that day’s show (“Stop laughing! You’re not the one that had a bunch of foreigners in front of you the WHOLE TIME!”) and what they should do for Ryusei’s birthday tomorrow (“I bet Kiriyama-kun will introduce himself as ‘Fujii Ryusei’ tomorrow.”). Kamiyama can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not to have a show on your birthday or not.
They walk through the busy station, now too long after the show for fan girls to still be waiting for them, which in hindsight, Kamiyama thinks is probably a good thing. As they’re about to part, needing to go to different train lines, Takemoto catches his hand and tightens his grip before he can pull away.
He smiles sweetly, hands still connected. “Thanks for buying me the ice cream.”
Maybe it’s just his imagination, but Kamiyama swears that Takemoto is holding his hand much longer than a friend would. And even as he watches the younger boy blend into the crowd, his hand is tingling from his touch.
He might have to talk about the two of them much sooner than he thought.
A/N: I don’t know how this happened. I swear to god. I sat down to attempt to add BAD/BOYS to the kindergarten verse I’ve been writing, but then this came out and I really don’t know what happened.
I think I’m slowly gonna start posting the fics I’ve been a little hesitant to… Not sure how comfortable I am with writing about a bunch of 16 year olds… >.>