Ladies' Choice
TITLE: Ladies’ Choice
PAIRING/CHARACTER: KoyaShige, Shigeyakko
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 2,539
SUMMARY: Sometimes, life is too much for Katou Shigeaki.
NOTES: We’ve got Jinnifer, Kimiko and Yuuko. Where the fuck is Shigeyakko?
Sometimes, life is too much for Katou Shigeaki.
For a while, he’d thought it was something he’d grown out of. A teenage phase. Something he did to figure who he was and what made him happy and what calmed him down when life and fate loomed heavy and angry over his head. He hadn’t even realized it was something he liked until it came up on Ya-Ya-Yah, and it felt less like a punishment and more like a gift. He wasn’t embarrassed, even as his friends laughed; he felt calm, serene. It was a common occurrence during NEWS’ hiatus, when his career as an idol was in question and left to the good graces of Johnny. He’d shut himself in his room, not answer phone calls and ask his mother to leave him alone, he didn’t feel well. But when NEWS came back, he found his confidence, hid those old clothes and items deep in his closet and under his bed because he didn’t need them anymore to feel safe.
For a while.
But as he sits as his desk, a pile of law textbooks to his right, sheet music for Koi no ABO to his left, and a day planner in front of him, pages covered in ink of all different colors marking his various commitments, Shige’s chest feels heavy, and he breaks out in a light sweat, and isn’t sure if he can do this alone. His eyes drift towards his closet, staring intently at the doors, but he pulls them away, reaches for the first book on the pile and starts to read. His eyes slip over the words and they’re less like a language and more like a code, something secret that he doesn’t know and he feels restless. Worried. It takes him an hour to read the 10 page introduction chapter - something he could normally skim, only half-focus on, but yet completely understand.
At the end of that chapter, his hands are sweaty, slipping over the pages and unable to grip his highlighter. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, massages his temple, but when he opens them again, he’s facing the closet, and it’s like those things buried under his high school uniform and extra blankets are calling out to him. He turns away, back to the book and tries to focus. 30 minutes later, after two pages, he knows it’s a lost cause. A battle he can’t ever hope to win. He doesn’t curse himself, or fate, or life, when he stands and moves towards his bed, pulling an old shoe box out from under it. Doesn’t complain at the dustiness of his closet when he pulls out the wrapped package from the very back corner. If anything, he smiles, and even just holding those things calms his down, regulates his breathing. He pulls back the wrapping, runs his hand over the soft cotton, and knows that touching it won’t be enough. He needs it all. The whole feeling. So he places them on his bed, gently and with much care, before he stands and undresses.
- - -
It’s not often that Koyama gets a call from ShigeMama, and he’s learned, in the times that it has happened, that the only times she does call is when Shige is acting weird, isolating himself and she knows that her motherly nagging won’t do any good. Best Friend nagging, though, she’s found, usually works better in these situations.
“He hasn’t behaved like this in so long. I’m worried…”
“Shige just locked himself in his room?”
“And he didn’t come down for dinner. I made his favorite and everything, but when I knock on his door, he just says he’s not feeling well. His voice though, it sounds fine. I know he’s lying.”
“Ah, he must be stressed. I’ll be there soon.”
When the two hang up, Koyama rubs his eyes, wondering if Shige really has relapsed into that old behavior or if he’s just studying too hard and ShigeMama is worrying over nothing.
- - -
The first time Koyama knocks of Shige’s bedroom door, he doesn’t get an answer, so he adds a quiet, “Shige, it’s me - Koyama.”
There’s still no answer, and if it is that type of situation, he knows what he needs to say, but he’s weary to do so. Shige’s matured; he still can’t be doing that. It’s impossible. Koyama tests the handle, but it’s locked, just like he’d been told. He hears shuffling on the other side of the door, and he remembers that sound clearly, perfectly, and he ends up knocking his head against the door in frustration.
“Are you still fucking 16?” He mutters though the door, not getting answer, and not expecting one either.
Downstairs, he hears ShigeMama loading the dishwasher, and Koyama says quietly, “Shigeyakko-chan.” And it’s like a magic word. The lock unclicks, and Koyama waits a few second before opening the door just a crack and slipping in, locking it behind him.
And sitting on the floor, legs folded under his body, posture absolutely perfect, face white, lips cherry red, kimono dark against his skin, is what looks like Shige, but Koyama knows better, even after all this time.
“Hello, Koyama-san,” she says, voice still deep like Shige’s, but smoother now, like every word has been methodically planned out. “Please sit down. Would you like some tea?”
Without even waiting, she’s poured a cup and Shigeyakko pushes it towards him. Koyama sighs and sits down.
“What are you doing?”
Shigeyakko smiles. “Serving you tea, of course.”
Koyama frowns. “No. What are you doing? It’s been a really long time, Shigeyakko. What brought this on?”
“N-nothing much,” she says and picks at the edge of the kimono on her leg. “Does Koyama-san not like me anymore?”
“Shige- Shigeyakko. It’s not about that.”
“Because I’d be really sad if Koyama-san didn’t like me.”
Koyama facepalms. “Why do you always do this?”
Shigeyakko frowns. “I could ask you the same thing. Every time I go through all the trouble of looking nice, you come here and tell me- tell me to leave!”
He looks away, out of practice when it comes to dealing with Shigeyakko, whose emotions are easily swayed by his words and is generally too emotional. It’s been a long time, and it’s only worse, because she’s restless, and knows that Koyama is more worried about Shige’s wellbeing than hers. Koyama only comes back to the moment when he hears a quiet sniffle, and when he looks, Shigeyakko’s hiding her face behind the sleeve of her kimono.
“S-Shigeyakko-chan, don’t get upset,” he starts, but too late, because those words only make her more self-conscious of how she looks, and she curls her head down, ruining her posture. In all the other times he has deal with Shigeyakko, she’s only gotten like this once before, and Koyama had to take some desperate steps to keep it from getting worse.
He swallows, feeling a little guilty at making her cry, but he picks up the tea and puts it on Shige’s desk before scooting closer to Shigeyakko and wrapping a soft hand around her wrist.
“Shigeyakko-chan,”
“I just,” sniffle, wipe at teary eyes. “I just really want Koyama-san to like me.”
Koyama moves his hands, sliding it across Shigeyakko’s shoulders, and her tremble is obvious. He pulls her closer to him, and she doesn’t hesitate to rest her head against his chest.
“I do like you, Shigeyakko.”
“But.” She reaches out and pokes at the outseam of Koyama’s jeans. “You like Katou-kun more.”
“I like you both.”
“Lying doesn’t become you, Koyama-san.”
He frowns, irritated that Shige’s weird girl-persona can still read him like a book, even after all this time. Koyama tightens his hand on her shoulder, and with his other cants her head up.
“I like you both.”
Koyama leans down, and an overly excited Shigeyakko leans up, meeting him halfway in a kiss. Her lips are slick with the make-up and her fingers scramble for some type of purchase on the smooth denim of Koyama’s jeans. So he waits, lets her calm down and come to know that he’s not running away from a little intimacy; and once she has, he rubs the back of her neck and between her shoulders where the kimono dips down sensually. Koyama licks across her bottom lip, and she instantly opens up for him, letting him suck on her skin and smudge the carefully applied lipstick. One of her hands moves up, holding onto Koyama by his belt loops.
Koyama leans back, giving her a chance to catch her breath, but she doesn’t take the opportunity, instead, she moves in front of him, and scratching his thigh lightly through the denim.
“Koyama-san, it’s been so long.” Her eyes are half-lidded, dark, promising.
“Yes?”
She bats her eyelashes. “Can I? You wouldn’t be upset with me?”
“I wouldn’t be upset at all, Shigeyakko-chan.”
She smiles and blushes happily somewhere under all the white foundation and tugs at Koyama’s legs, directly him to sit with his back against the foot of Shige’s bed. She asked for the permission, but now that he’s given it, she’s too shy to meet his eyes, focusing on the belt buckle and sliding Koyama’s jeans down his legs. She leans down and presses a soft kiss against his abdomen, right above the elastic band on his boxers.
Shigeyakko is type who employs quick finesse. They could both sit there all day while she sucks Koyama’s spine out through his dick, but she knows Koyama is busy and important, and that he has a lot of work to do. So she makes it as enjoyable as possible while not taking too long. She remembers that he’s especially sensitive in front, right underneath the ridge of the head. And if she runs on of her hands up the inside of his thigh, where the skin is soft and tender, his whole body will shake, and he’ll probably moan too.
When Koyama comes, he grips Shigeyakko’s sleeve in his hand, and his toes curl against the floorboard, muttering just before hand, “’Yakko,” and it’s like she knows, and Koyama swears he can feel her smile. She sits up, lips red and shiny, and curls against Koyama’s chest. Somehow, he finds the energy to wrap an arm around her waist.
“You do like me,” she says, leaning up to kiss Koyama on the cheek.
“I already said I do.”
It’s a long time before either of them moves, and it’s Koyama, reaching for his boxers and jeans.
“Are you leaving?”
He evades the question: “Let’s take that make-up off. I like Shigeyakko’s real face more.”
Her eyes go wide and she turns away, and Koyama knows she’s blushing underneath the white foundation. “It’s embarrassing for a girl. To have a man see her all unmade-up like that.”
Koyama digs through the box on Shige’s bed, pulling out the cotton balls and make-up remover. “It’s just you and me, Shigeyakko.”
And that seems to be all it takes, because she sits quietly, lets Koyama move her head around and wipe away the make-up, Shige’s olive skin poking through in stripes. When he’s all done, the blush is still there, now visible without the layers of make-up in the way.
“You’ll miss me, right?” She asks, face still damp from the make-up remover.
“Of course,” Koyama replies, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. “Shigeyakko is my favorite lady, after all.”
Koyama stands and helps her to her feet. “I’m going downstairs to get Shige’s dinner.”
She frowns and looks away, but nods.
“Don’t look so upset. You’re always around, Shigeyakko-chan. Me and Shige haven’t forgotten you.”
Koyama raises her hand up and kisses the back of it, like a prince would for a princess, and then he leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him.
- - -
ShigeMama is in the living room watching TV, but only sort of. When Koyama walks in the room, she jumps up and asks him how things went.
“Really well!” Koyama smiles. “Shige’s really stressed. Like, really stressed. He’s just starting senior year and we have this new single. Ah, it must be really tough for him, huh?”
“Thank you so much, Koyama-kun. I don’t know what I do without you here to help my son…”
“It’s no problem! He’s getting changed right now into PJs, and I thought I could take his dinner up to him, since he never got to eat it.”
The pair talk amiably in the kitchen while the food is in the microwave, spinning around on the plate. And when Koyama takes it upstairs and knocks on Shige’s door, he’s immediately met with deep, gruff, “What?” that is Shige’s trademark. Koyama opens the door and holds out the Curry Omelet Rice.
Shige blushes, halfway through folding the obi, the various layers of the kimono already in a perfect squares on the bedspread. He haphazardly finishes, throwing the obi on top of the pile and wrapping everything up.
Koyama laughs, setting the plate on Shige’s desk next to his cold tea. “Do it properly, Shige! Otherwise it’ll get wrinkled and I’ll have to listen to Shigeyakko complain about it next time.”
“Shut up! There isn’t going to be a ‘next time’!”
Koyama laughs harder, and Shige’s hands move on their own, untying the knot and refolding and obi.
“It was one slip up,” Shige says, blushing. “Just one. It won’t happen again.”
“Ha, like I haven’t heard that before. Famous last words.”
Shige tells him to shut up again, but it’s weaker. “And-…”
Koyama looks up. “And?”
Shige picks up the package and places it deep in his closet, and while he’s back there, Koyama only barely hears him say, “Don’t take advantage of girls.”
“She’s the one that asked.” Koyama grins, taking a bite of the curry.
Shige steps out, not looking at Koyama, moving towards his bed and putting away the make-up in the box. “But she likes you. And you took advantage of that.”
“Since when do you stick up for her like this? Now stop talking and eat your dinner.” Koyama scoops up another spoonful of curry and holds it out to Shige.
“Get some of the omelet on there too.”
“So picky.” But, Koyama does as he’s been told, and Shige leans over and eats it.
“I bet you’re jealous,” Koyama says when Shige’s half way through the plate, sitting on his desk, still being spoon-fed by Koyama.
“Of what?”
“That I indulge Shigeyakko. I’m nice to her, and you- well, you’re Shige, so I don’t have to be nice.”
Shige smacks Koyama’s knee. “You do to have to be nice to me!”
“Says who?” And Koyama takes the next bite of curry.
Shige blushes again, and peers at the far corner of the room, until he finally moves, poking Koyama leg with his foot. “Well, you know.”
“Hm, hm? What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”
“You have to be nice to me, cause...” Shige reaches out, the same hand that Koyama kissed earlier, and waits for him to take it. “Cause I like you too.”
“There we go!” Koyama smiles, and shoves another spoonful of curry into Shige’s mouth.
end.
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I should be writing my senior thesis that's due next week, and I should be writing my politics essay that's due on Tuesday, but instead, I'm writing about TegoMassu on a deserted island and Shigeyakko. Crap, I hope I graduate.
And while I'm sure every one has seen it, HERE is a video of Shigeyakko on YouTube. Koyama spitting out his rice is the second best part of the video.
PAIRING/CHARACTER: KoyaShige, Shigeyakko
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 2,539
SUMMARY: Sometimes, life is too much for Katou Shigeaki.
NOTES: We’ve got Jinnifer, Kimiko and Yuuko. Where the fuck is Shigeyakko?
Sometimes, life is too much for Katou Shigeaki.
For a while, he’d thought it was something he’d grown out of. A teenage phase. Something he did to figure who he was and what made him happy and what calmed him down when life and fate loomed heavy and angry over his head. He hadn’t even realized it was something he liked until it came up on Ya-Ya-Yah, and it felt less like a punishment and more like a gift. He wasn’t embarrassed, even as his friends laughed; he felt calm, serene. It was a common occurrence during NEWS’ hiatus, when his career as an idol was in question and left to the good graces of Johnny. He’d shut himself in his room, not answer phone calls and ask his mother to leave him alone, he didn’t feel well. But when NEWS came back, he found his confidence, hid those old clothes and items deep in his closet and under his bed because he didn’t need them anymore to feel safe.
For a while.
But as he sits as his desk, a pile of law textbooks to his right, sheet music for Koi no ABO to his left, and a day planner in front of him, pages covered in ink of all different colors marking his various commitments, Shige’s chest feels heavy, and he breaks out in a light sweat, and isn’t sure if he can do this alone. His eyes drift towards his closet, staring intently at the doors, but he pulls them away, reaches for the first book on the pile and starts to read. His eyes slip over the words and they’re less like a language and more like a code, something secret that he doesn’t know and he feels restless. Worried. It takes him an hour to read the 10 page introduction chapter - something he could normally skim, only half-focus on, but yet completely understand.
At the end of that chapter, his hands are sweaty, slipping over the pages and unable to grip his highlighter. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, massages his temple, but when he opens them again, he’s facing the closet, and it’s like those things buried under his high school uniform and extra blankets are calling out to him. He turns away, back to the book and tries to focus. 30 minutes later, after two pages, he knows it’s a lost cause. A battle he can’t ever hope to win. He doesn’t curse himself, or fate, or life, when he stands and moves towards his bed, pulling an old shoe box out from under it. Doesn’t complain at the dustiness of his closet when he pulls out the wrapped package from the very back corner. If anything, he smiles, and even just holding those things calms his down, regulates his breathing. He pulls back the wrapping, runs his hand over the soft cotton, and knows that touching it won’t be enough. He needs it all. The whole feeling. So he places them on his bed, gently and with much care, before he stands and undresses.
- - -
It’s not often that Koyama gets a call from ShigeMama, and he’s learned, in the times that it has happened, that the only times she does call is when Shige is acting weird, isolating himself and she knows that her motherly nagging won’t do any good. Best Friend nagging, though, she’s found, usually works better in these situations.
“He hasn’t behaved like this in so long. I’m worried…”
“Shige just locked himself in his room?”
“And he didn’t come down for dinner. I made his favorite and everything, but when I knock on his door, he just says he’s not feeling well. His voice though, it sounds fine. I know he’s lying.”
“Ah, he must be stressed. I’ll be there soon.”
When the two hang up, Koyama rubs his eyes, wondering if Shige really has relapsed into that old behavior or if he’s just studying too hard and ShigeMama is worrying over nothing.
- - -
The first time Koyama knocks of Shige’s bedroom door, he doesn’t get an answer, so he adds a quiet, “Shige, it’s me - Koyama.”
There’s still no answer, and if it is that type of situation, he knows what he needs to say, but he’s weary to do so. Shige’s matured; he still can’t be doing that. It’s impossible. Koyama tests the handle, but it’s locked, just like he’d been told. He hears shuffling on the other side of the door, and he remembers that sound clearly, perfectly, and he ends up knocking his head against the door in frustration.
“Are you still fucking 16?” He mutters though the door, not getting answer, and not expecting one either.
Downstairs, he hears ShigeMama loading the dishwasher, and Koyama says quietly, “Shigeyakko-chan.” And it’s like a magic word. The lock unclicks, and Koyama waits a few second before opening the door just a crack and slipping in, locking it behind him.
And sitting on the floor, legs folded under his body, posture absolutely perfect, face white, lips cherry red, kimono dark against his skin, is what looks like Shige, but Koyama knows better, even after all this time.
“Hello, Koyama-san,” she says, voice still deep like Shige’s, but smoother now, like every word has been methodically planned out. “Please sit down. Would you like some tea?”
Without even waiting, she’s poured a cup and Shigeyakko pushes it towards him. Koyama sighs and sits down.
“What are you doing?”
Shigeyakko smiles. “Serving you tea, of course.”
Koyama frowns. “No. What are you doing? It’s been a really long time, Shigeyakko. What brought this on?”
“N-nothing much,” she says and picks at the edge of the kimono on her leg. “Does Koyama-san not like me anymore?”
“Shige- Shigeyakko. It’s not about that.”
“Because I’d be really sad if Koyama-san didn’t like me.”
Koyama facepalms. “Why do you always do this?”
Shigeyakko frowns. “I could ask you the same thing. Every time I go through all the trouble of looking nice, you come here and tell me- tell me to leave!”
He looks away, out of practice when it comes to dealing with Shigeyakko, whose emotions are easily swayed by his words and is generally too emotional. It’s been a long time, and it’s only worse, because she’s restless, and knows that Koyama is more worried about Shige’s wellbeing than hers. Koyama only comes back to the moment when he hears a quiet sniffle, and when he looks, Shigeyakko’s hiding her face behind the sleeve of her kimono.
“S-Shigeyakko-chan, don’t get upset,” he starts, but too late, because those words only make her more self-conscious of how she looks, and she curls her head down, ruining her posture. In all the other times he has deal with Shigeyakko, she’s only gotten like this once before, and Koyama had to take some desperate steps to keep it from getting worse.
He swallows, feeling a little guilty at making her cry, but he picks up the tea and puts it on Shige’s desk before scooting closer to Shigeyakko and wrapping a soft hand around her wrist.
“Shigeyakko-chan,”
“I just,” sniffle, wipe at teary eyes. “I just really want Koyama-san to like me.”
Koyama moves his hands, sliding it across Shigeyakko’s shoulders, and her tremble is obvious. He pulls her closer to him, and she doesn’t hesitate to rest her head against his chest.
“I do like you, Shigeyakko.”
“But.” She reaches out and pokes at the outseam of Koyama’s jeans. “You like Katou-kun more.”
“I like you both.”
“Lying doesn’t become you, Koyama-san.”
He frowns, irritated that Shige’s weird girl-persona can still read him like a book, even after all this time. Koyama tightens his hand on her shoulder, and with his other cants her head up.
“I like you both.”
Koyama leans down, and an overly excited Shigeyakko leans up, meeting him halfway in a kiss. Her lips are slick with the make-up and her fingers scramble for some type of purchase on the smooth denim of Koyama’s jeans. So he waits, lets her calm down and come to know that he’s not running away from a little intimacy; and once she has, he rubs the back of her neck and between her shoulders where the kimono dips down sensually. Koyama licks across her bottom lip, and she instantly opens up for him, letting him suck on her skin and smudge the carefully applied lipstick. One of her hands moves up, holding onto Koyama by his belt loops.
Koyama leans back, giving her a chance to catch her breath, but she doesn’t take the opportunity, instead, she moves in front of him, and scratching his thigh lightly through the denim.
“Koyama-san, it’s been so long.” Her eyes are half-lidded, dark, promising.
“Yes?”
She bats her eyelashes. “Can I? You wouldn’t be upset with me?”
“I wouldn’t be upset at all, Shigeyakko-chan.”
She smiles and blushes happily somewhere under all the white foundation and tugs at Koyama’s legs, directly him to sit with his back against the foot of Shige’s bed. She asked for the permission, but now that he’s given it, she’s too shy to meet his eyes, focusing on the belt buckle and sliding Koyama’s jeans down his legs. She leans down and presses a soft kiss against his abdomen, right above the elastic band on his boxers.
Shigeyakko is type who employs quick finesse. They could both sit there all day while she sucks Koyama’s spine out through his dick, but she knows Koyama is busy and important, and that he has a lot of work to do. So she makes it as enjoyable as possible while not taking too long. She remembers that he’s especially sensitive in front, right underneath the ridge of the head. And if she runs on of her hands up the inside of his thigh, where the skin is soft and tender, his whole body will shake, and he’ll probably moan too.
When Koyama comes, he grips Shigeyakko’s sleeve in his hand, and his toes curl against the floorboard, muttering just before hand, “’Yakko,” and it’s like she knows, and Koyama swears he can feel her smile. She sits up, lips red and shiny, and curls against Koyama’s chest. Somehow, he finds the energy to wrap an arm around her waist.
“You do like me,” she says, leaning up to kiss Koyama on the cheek.
“I already said I do.”
It’s a long time before either of them moves, and it’s Koyama, reaching for his boxers and jeans.
“Are you leaving?”
He evades the question: “Let’s take that make-up off. I like Shigeyakko’s real face more.”
Her eyes go wide and she turns away, and Koyama knows she’s blushing underneath the white foundation. “It’s embarrassing for a girl. To have a man see her all unmade-up like that.”
Koyama digs through the box on Shige’s bed, pulling out the cotton balls and make-up remover. “It’s just you and me, Shigeyakko.”
And that seems to be all it takes, because she sits quietly, lets Koyama move her head around and wipe away the make-up, Shige’s olive skin poking through in stripes. When he’s all done, the blush is still there, now visible without the layers of make-up in the way.
“You’ll miss me, right?” She asks, face still damp from the make-up remover.
“Of course,” Koyama replies, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. “Shigeyakko is my favorite lady, after all.”
Koyama stands and helps her to her feet. “I’m going downstairs to get Shige’s dinner.”
She frowns and looks away, but nods.
“Don’t look so upset. You’re always around, Shigeyakko-chan. Me and Shige haven’t forgotten you.”
Koyama raises her hand up and kisses the back of it, like a prince would for a princess, and then he leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him.
- - -
ShigeMama is in the living room watching TV, but only sort of. When Koyama walks in the room, she jumps up and asks him how things went.
“Really well!” Koyama smiles. “Shige’s really stressed. Like, really stressed. He’s just starting senior year and we have this new single. Ah, it must be really tough for him, huh?”
“Thank you so much, Koyama-kun. I don’t know what I do without you here to help my son…”
“It’s no problem! He’s getting changed right now into PJs, and I thought I could take his dinner up to him, since he never got to eat it.”
The pair talk amiably in the kitchen while the food is in the microwave, spinning around on the plate. And when Koyama takes it upstairs and knocks on Shige’s door, he’s immediately met with deep, gruff, “What?” that is Shige’s trademark. Koyama opens the door and holds out the Curry Omelet Rice.
Shige blushes, halfway through folding the obi, the various layers of the kimono already in a perfect squares on the bedspread. He haphazardly finishes, throwing the obi on top of the pile and wrapping everything up.
Koyama laughs, setting the plate on Shige’s desk next to his cold tea. “Do it properly, Shige! Otherwise it’ll get wrinkled and I’ll have to listen to Shigeyakko complain about it next time.”
“Shut up! There isn’t going to be a ‘next time’!”
Koyama laughs harder, and Shige’s hands move on their own, untying the knot and refolding and obi.
“It was one slip up,” Shige says, blushing. “Just one. It won’t happen again.”
“Ha, like I haven’t heard that before. Famous last words.”
Shige tells him to shut up again, but it’s weaker. “And-…”
Koyama looks up. “And?”
Shige picks up the package and places it deep in his closet, and while he’s back there, Koyama only barely hears him say, “Don’t take advantage of girls.”
“She’s the one that asked.” Koyama grins, taking a bite of the curry.
Shige steps out, not looking at Koyama, moving towards his bed and putting away the make-up in the box. “But she likes you. And you took advantage of that.”
“Since when do you stick up for her like this? Now stop talking and eat your dinner.” Koyama scoops up another spoonful of curry and holds it out to Shige.
“Get some of the omelet on there too.”
“So picky.” But, Koyama does as he’s been told, and Shige leans over and eats it.
“I bet you’re jealous,” Koyama says when Shige’s half way through the plate, sitting on his desk, still being spoon-fed by Koyama.
“Of what?”
“That I indulge Shigeyakko. I’m nice to her, and you- well, you’re Shige, so I don’t have to be nice.”
Shige smacks Koyama’s knee. “You do to have to be nice to me!”
“Says who?” And Koyama takes the next bite of curry.
Shige blushes again, and peers at the far corner of the room, until he finally moves, poking Koyama leg with his foot. “Well, you know.”
“Hm, hm? What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”
“You have to be nice to me, cause...” Shige reaches out, the same hand that Koyama kissed earlier, and waits for him to take it. “Cause I like you too.”
“There we go!” Koyama smiles, and shoves another spoonful of curry into Shige’s mouth.
end.
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I should be writing my senior thesis that's due next week, and I should be writing my politics essay that's due on Tuesday, but instead, I'm writing about TegoMassu on a deserted island and Shigeyakko. Crap, I hope I graduate.
And while I'm sure every one has seen it, HERE is a video of Shigeyakko on YouTube. Koyama spitting out his rice is the second best part of the video.