[Fanfic] Pretty, Pretty Eyes
Title: Pretty, Pretty Eyes
Author: yutorinislove
Pairing: Yuto x OC
Rating: PG to PG-13
Genre: Romance
Summary: Nakajima Yuto was raised a mama’s boy, and Chinen and the whole band thinks that he has to grow up. And what more proof that he is grown up than drinking and getting laid?
Author’s Note: It was supposed to be a smut fic, but then it got lost somewhere. There is a plot, but I feel that it got lost somewhere, too. Bear with the sleep-deprived, please. XD
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Nakajima Yuto had been raised a mama's boy. For the nineteen years that he had been alive on this earth, he hasn't found a way to get rid of his "I call my Mom 'Mama'!" habit. And it seems like he has no plan to. He was perfect that way, though. He was well-mannered, a bit hyper and spoiled at times, but it works for him. It looks well on stage, too, because though he was a tall amazon who burns the camera lens of the photographer taking their pictures for a magazine shoot, he lived his life like a little kid who was happy enough with the simple things and just wasn't mature enough to be expected of with things that were kind of reserved to be known only by adults. For example, he shies away when his peers talk about having girlfriends or practicing safe sex and the like. It wasn't that he was immature -- it was just that he hasn't thought about those things yet.
What Chinen Yuri thinks is that though Nakajima Yuto was an early-bloomer physically, his mental growth was either cloistered or late.
And he was going to change that, because, seriously, it was kind of awkward when he has a girlfriend already and the said girlfriend fangirls over Yuto whenever Mugendai was performing. When Nina was with him during those Mugendai performances, she would always be like, "Aww, Chii-chan, can't you be as tall as Nakajima-kun?" or "Aww, Chii-chan, can't you be as hyper as Nakajima-kun? You're always sleeping~" And Chinen Yuri being Chinen Yuri, he didn't like having to be compared or told to be just like someone he knew wasn't even half as mature as he was. But of course, Yuto was his friend, and if it took having to pummel Nakajima Yuto's innocence to the ground and have him cry and beg "I don't want to!" at him, Chinen Yuri was willing to do just that.
"I think it's a nice idea," Hikaru told Chinen while he was wiping his bass in one corner of the studio. He has recolored his hair blonde, and had probably done it because his girlfriend preferred it that way. Chinen hadn't thought before that Hikaru was so whipped. "It kind of is annoying when you have to explain things to Yuto."
"Especially since he's so much taller than you are," Kei said from where he was sitting. "He's nearly twenty -- it's weird to even think that Yuto should be as innocent as he is now."
"He's not going to last in this world if he thinks sex is solely for making babies," Hikaru complained. Yabu smacked him upside on the head. "What?! It's true!" Hikaru said indignantly.
"You could have phrased it better," Yabu said patiently. "But yeah, I agree, every girl he has a crush with, he wants to end up in marriage with. It's too easy to break such a pure spirit."
"So what are you going to do?" Keito asked, his face showing traces of amusement. He was Yuto's best friend and though it was no question that Keito loved Yuto like a brother, there must have been some underlying desire for Yuto to grow up and be an adult already. "I mean, though he is innocent, Yuto isn't stupid. He'll protest kicking and screaming before he agrees to what you want. He's a mama's boy after all. His mom must have hammered all those values inside his head and he takes them seriously."
Faced with this dilemma, Chinen Yuri pouted and thought hard. The eyes of his supporters in the room looked at him, because if there was anyone in this room besides Inoo Kei who could think fastfor a solution, it was him.
Think Chinen, he thought. There should be a way to make Yuto into an adult.
And the answer came to him, just as soon as Yuto and Takaki came in the practice room, hands bearing the plastic bags of ice cream they had left practice buy for Mugendai, the taller one of the two beaming brightly like the child he mentally is.
"We're here!" Yuto called out, bright eyes wandering around the room before alighting on Chinen, who was, by that time, smiling deviously at him. He blinked at the others. "What happened? Why is Chii staring at me like that?"
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Chinen told him that they were here because Chinen wanted Yuto to meet some of Nina's friends. It confused Yuto the moment they arrived at this bar because Nina-chan didn't seem to be the kind of girl who frequented bars serving alcohol like this one, but then, Yuto thought, who didn't like a bit of alcohol sometimes?
It was thirty minutes into their stay here in this bar that Yuto had begun to have doubts. Especially when already trays of alcohol had been drained by him and Chinen and Nina-chan wasn't still anywhere to be found. It should have been fine, if not for the various skimpily-clad girls who made their way towards his and Chinen's table and tried to flirt with him. Yuto had wanted to be polite, but it was kind of creeping him out.
He was already feeling fuzzy and knew that he should stop, because seriously, his mother is so going to have his neck because he was sure he was reeking of alcohol. And if the girls who had draped themselves on him since they came in were any indication, he should also be reeking of those girls' perfumes, too. He nudged Chinen's foot under the table. The younger boy looked up at him from his glass of gin. "Shouldn't we be going?"
Chinen shook his head happily, pointing towards a girl in a skin-tight dress and saying, "Aww, Yuto, live a little! Mayuri-chan, can you pour him more of that brandy?"
"Uh... can I go to the toilet for a moment?" he said, standing up, a bit dizzy, hitting the table with his knee.
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Yuto sighed as he emerged from the toilet after washing his hands. He wasn't drunk -- well, honestly he was drunk, what with his every step wobbling and his vision getting blurry -- but he was going to be drunker if he didn't escape right now. But he knew Chinen and Chinen wouldn't let him escape when he was clearly having fun. He just had to get his bearings back for a while.
He emerged from the toilet, shaking his hands free of water because there wasn't a tissue dispenser inside the bathroom and he hasn't got a handkerchief with him. His mother was so going to kill him if she knew that he hasn't got one with him (as if she wasn't already going to kill him from the fact that he went partying, for god's sake), and he was panicky and worried, but the amount of alcohol in his system prevented him from having an actual breakdown. He made his way through the corridor and bumped into a girl with pretty, pretty eyes (that was what had seared into his brain -- those pretty, pretty eyes), making the girl drop the glass that she was holding and have it crash into pieces on the floor.
"Ah, gomen, gomen!" Yuto said, quite gracelessly bending down to pick up some of the pieces of the glass. "It's my fault, I wasn't looking-"
"No, just, leave it, you're going to get hurt," the girl said, tugging Yuto's sleeve, making Yuto stand up. "It's fine. I can always get another glass."
Yuto laughed - he blamed the alcohol because though he was smiley, happy Yuto, it still wasn't appropriate at the time to be laughing. "You're right. I'm Yuto, and I'm a klutz."
"Hi, Yuto." The girl smiled at him briefly. "I better be going."
He blamed the alcohol. All that night he was blaming the alcohol. He blamed the alcohol for his clumsiness, his swirling vision and the warm, tingly sensation inside his stomach. Most of all, blamed the alcohol for what he was about to do.
"Wait," he said as he grabbed the girl's elbow, sending the girl crashing against his body. "You haven't told me your name yet."
There was a mild curiosity in the girl's eyes, but there wasn't fear or panic. He figured she must be as drunk as he was. "Does it matter?"
She had really, really pretty eyes, he thought, before smiling a bit. "No, I don't think it does."
The moment his lips crashed down on the girl's, Yuto's rational thinking has disappeared on him. It didn't make a reappearance when he was leading the girl into a cab. It didn't protest when he stuttered and laughed his way into booking a hotel room. It didn't say a thing when he kissed her again, more passionately this time, in the elevator up to the hotel floor their room was situated.
When he closed the hotel room behind him and the girl, his eyes on the girl standing in the pale, dim light of the room, hair messy but framing her face beautifully, those pretty eyes burning and speaking of a desire that he knew he reflected, he had long since given up on his rational mind protesting against what he was about to do. He reached out for the girl and crashed their lips together again, tongues fighting through teeth and tongue, tasting blood and alcohol here and there before tumbling onto the confines of the bed, which reflected her body -- soft, pliant, heavenly.
--
Yuto was more than surprised when he entered the practice room the next day to a pop of confetti and his band mates celebrating.
"Uh... hi guys, what's up? What are we supposed to be celebrating?" he asked as he shook the confetti off of his hair, making his head throb painfully. He'd spent the entire day bemoaning the fact that he missed his first period classes at university and the other fact that he had to attend all the rest of his classes with an awful hangover. There was another fact but he'd rather not think about it, because he'd rather not think about how stupid he was last night. He might be a little kid mentally, but he didn't like being reminded of his mistakes. "Ow," he moaned.
Luckily, Hikaru was already announcing their party theme for that day. "Let's all congratulate Yuto for breaking the wall of childhood and being an adult by getting drunk last night!"
Ah, that was that. Yuto just smiled weakly as he made his way to the couch, where Inoo was sitting, too, sipping at his tea. Inoo jabbed him with his delicate elbow. "Congratulations, Yuto! You're an adult now!"
"Thanks," he said, though the headache that he had and the angry and worried sermon he had gotten from his mother convinced him that if that was what it took to be an adult, then he'd rather stay a kid forever.
"That's not all, Chinen said," Keito smirked from the side. "He said you left the bar with a girl. A girl you didn't know."
Yuto stiffened, blushing. There was that, too. He looked away, and that was all it took for the others to confirm Chinen's news. They cheered and laughed, with a sprinkling of jealous remarks here and there (majority from Hikaru and Inoo).
"I don't know how to say this, Yuto, but, congratulations on getting laid," Keito said, grinning widely and trying not to burst into laughter, like the others.
Yuto glared at him, but as he was his best friend, Yuto couldn't stay mad at Keito. "Shut up. Thanks, man."
"So... how was it? The first time?" Keito asked.
Yuto shook his head. "I don't remember much, the only thing I do is that it felt really great at the time and really bad after I woke up."
"Why is that?" Keito asked, a bit confused.
"Aside from the fact that I was drunk, got scolded and suffered a hangover for the whole day?" Yuto smirked helplessly at his attempt at humour. "I didn't even know her name. And she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve something like that for her first time."
"It was her first?"
"Yeah. I... kind of heard her tell me that it was." Yuto said. "I can't help but think that she might be mad at me, wherever she is now."
Keito was silent, then he sighed and patted Yuto on the shoulder. "Hey, calm down. Don't overthink things. That's the reason that Chinen planned this in the first place."
Yuto smirked after a while. "I guess you're right."
"That's great," Keito grinned. "Hey, almost time for practice. You think you could work through your hangover? We don't want to have to explain things to Yabu-kun just yet."
"You mean to say Yabu-kun doesn't know?" Yuto laughed as he looked around. "I think I could handle it. Where is he, anyway?"
"He said he was going to be late," Keito said, looking around, too. "But I think he's going to be here in a few.
Yuto nodded, making his way to the drum set and began experimenting. A few beats later and he realized that he couldn't make practice today, because every beat on the drums brings tears to his eyes. He looked up the moment the door opened and Yabu entered the practice room, looking all happy, with his girlfriend Sandra beside him and a girl with pretty, pretty eyes on the other side.
Yuto blinked once. They weren't just pretty, pretty eyes.
They were THE pretty, pretty eyes.
"Hi guys! Sandra and Aki-chan here is going to join us for practice, so you better work hard, okay?" Yabu said.
Hikaru, apparently still high on the laughter just a few moments earlier, snapped back good-naturedly, "Don't make it seem like we're not doing good enough on normal days!" This earned him a lot of laughter, too.
Yuto sat behind his drum set, laughing with the others a bit awkwardly, his head churning out excuses that no, this girl could not be the girl he had sex with last night, as Sandra-chan introduced to them Hiwatari Aki, an intern at the radio station she was working in. Aki was going to be there for research, and Aki bowed and addressed them all to 'please forgive me if I'm acting a bit too woozy, I was out partying last night with a friend and I drunk way too much.'
It was that sentence that Yuto was dreading. This was the girl he slept with last night. Did she recognize him? He thought, his body stiffening.
One glance at him and Yuto could see that the girl has recognized him. She just stared, though.
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"You're not up to your usual standard today, Yuto," Yabu said good-naturedly as he passed by the younger boy during break. Sandra was passing home baked cookies to the other members of Mugendai, Aki beside her. Hikaru and Kei were flirting with the girl, getting information about her in cleverly disguised sweet questions and the like. Yuto felt something clench inside his chest when he saw Hikaru lay his hand on Aki's shoulder. He looked away and instead focused on Yabu. "I'm sorry, I'm suffering a headache so bad, it's literally killing my brain cells."
Yabu laughed. "Out partying, too? I can't help but think that it's the youngest members of a group who gets to have all the fun. Aki-chan is the youngest in Sandra's workplace, too."
Yuto laughed weakly. "Is that so?" he asked.
"Yeah," Yabu said as he pointed at the table near the corner of the room. "Go and drink some ginger ale, it may help with the headache."
Yuto nodded as he watched Yabu walk towards the direction of his girlfriend. He snuck another peek at Aki and her pretty, pretty eyes. She wasn't looking at him.
He didn't know, but he wanted her to look at him. At him, Nakajima Yuto, and not at Hikaru. After all, it was Nakajima Yuto she slept with mere hours ago and not Yaotome Hikaru.
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Aki: that was her name. Yuto tried to work well that day, but the headache and the presence of the radio intern who, coincidentally, was the girl he lost his virginity to last night was in the same room just didn't serve to inspire him. He wanted to go home and bury himself under his blankets until he died.
It was more than awkward. Just as she was Yuto's first, he was Aki's first, too. Yuto was a kid and kids didn't like the feeling of being hated. He didn't like having to dread that someone hated him. He didn't know how to deal with that.
He also didn't know how to make of the fact that he was starting to realize (consider, he insisted, not realize, because realize means that it's true and he doesn't even know if it's true--) that he didn't like seeing her talk and laugh with other boys because she was supposed to do those with him first.
So what should he do?
He did what he always did. He told Keito about it. Keito was smart. Keito will know what to do!
After relating his story to Keito in third person (it was useless, Keito thought afterwards, all the use of "what ifs" just served to let me think that Yuto wasn't asking advice for a friend but for himself), Keito adviced him to stay true to himself and confront the girl about it. Keito knew Yuto so well to know that all he had to do when giving Yuto advice was to tell Yuto what Yuto wanted to do. Yuto didn't need advice, he needed encouragement. Yuto smiled brightly after that, which relieved Keito because, seriously, the issue Yuto was asking encouragement from was out of Keito's league. Keito didn't do drunk one-night stands. Nor did he do falling in love after drunk one-night stands.
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Yuto followed Aki towards the vending machines outside the bar. Sandra had asked her to pick up some iced coffee there and Yuto took that as an opportunity to talk to Aki alone.
He followed her to the vending machine and stopped a respectable distance from her when she stopped. She ignored him as she dropped coins into the machine. It was quiet, cold, and Yuto was so nervous of Aki being mad at him that he considered running back into the practice room --
No. He shouldn't.
"Hi, I'm Nakajima Yuto, and we met last night." He said carefully.
Aki turned towards him, those pretty eyes blank but still pretty. "Yeah, we did. Hi, again."
"I..." Yuto said. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Last night..."
"We were both drunk, it's understood," Aki said formally, averting her eyes. "If you asked me, it shouldn't matter too much. I mean, if you wanted me to forget, it's already forgotten."
"It's not that..." Yuto said, fighting hard to keep his blush down.
"I'm not mad," Aki said, gently this time. She shrugged those tiny shoulders and Yuto couldn't help but remember how those shoulders looked, bare in the dim lamplight. No, he shouldn't think of that, especially since he was feeling the same fluid warmth run through his veins again. "Really."
Yuto swallowed. "It shouldn't have happened that way. You didn't deserve that."
"Nor did you," she said as she gathered the coffee cans in her arms. There were too many, and soon some were rolling off her arms. She laughed awkwardly, flustered. "This kind of thing happens a lot when you're with me," she said as she bent to pick the cans up. Yuto beat her to the last one, their fingers touching briefly, making a wave of heat flow through both their bodies because it wasn't just their fingers that touched last night.
She raised her eyes at him, and their faces were so dangerously close to let them feel the heat of each other's breaths on their cheeks.
He was hung over, but not drunk, so he didn't have an excuse for moving forward and capturing her lips with his and kissing her gently, fingers still vaguely touching over the coffee can.
He didn't want an excuse this time.
He wanted this to happen because he wanted it to, and he wanted her, and not because his hormones were telling him to.
When he pulled away -- more because he needed to breathe and he wanted to tell her something -- he noted the blush that dusted Aki's face. He knew that he was, too. Blushing, he meant.
"I'm sorry for last night, that shouldn't have happened then," he said, helping her stand up. "It shouldn't have happened because I was drunk. It shouldn't have happened because we didn't know each other well enough for such intimacy." He sucked in air because he was speaking so fast. "I like you. I think you're awesome and pretty and wonderful, and I want to know you better. So, please, go out with me?"
Aki blinked.
"I don't want to know you as just being the girl I lost my virginity to," Yuto said, looking down on his feet. "Especially because I feel more than just that for you."
There was a silence and Yuto bit his lip. 'That's it, now she's really mad at me.'
"You really are a kid, aren't you?" Aki laughed. It was such a clear laugh that Yuto looked up at her and blushed because she looked even prettier with a smile on her face. He chuckled softly, too, not knowing where this was leading.
"I get that a lot from the other members of the band," Yuto smiled sheepishly.
Aki smiled, and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, what do you say we go for coffee tomorrow? We could talk about ourselves then. I'd like to know more about you, too."
Yuto couldn't help the large grin that broke on his face and threatened to split his face in two. "I... I'd love that! Uh, when are you free in the mornings?"
She smiled as she gave him her number, and afterwards, she and Yuto walked into the bar again, towards the practice room. Not hand-in-hand, as Yuto would have liked, so that it would be clear to Hikaru that he should stop flirting with Aki, because Yuto liked her. But the way that Aki's pretty eyes brightened when she turned back to Yuto as she took the cans of coffee from his hands, the way that she smiled a little brighter when he dropped the can again, the way that she didn't shy away when their fingers touched, and especially the way that she kissed back when he snuck an innocent kiss on her lips when they both bent down at the same time to pick the coffee can back up, that was more than enough for now.
All the rest -- the exclusivity and all of her -- he would have to earn in the next few weeks. And he was determined to earn it this time, and not just because they were both drunk. He was looking forward to it right now.
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Author: yutorinislove
Pairing: Yuto x OC
Rating: PG to PG-13
Genre: Romance
Summary: Nakajima Yuto was raised a mama’s boy, and Chinen and the whole band thinks that he has to grow up. And what more proof that he is grown up than drinking and getting laid?
Author’s Note: It was supposed to be a smut fic, but then it got lost somewhere. There is a plot, but I feel that it got lost somewhere, too. Bear with the sleep-deprived, please. XD
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Nakajima Yuto had been raised a mama's boy. For the nineteen years that he had been alive on this earth, he hasn't found a way to get rid of his "I call my Mom 'Mama'!" habit. And it seems like he has no plan to. He was perfect that way, though. He was well-mannered, a bit hyper and spoiled at times, but it works for him. It looks well on stage, too, because though he was a tall amazon who burns the camera lens of the photographer taking their pictures for a magazine shoot, he lived his life like a little kid who was happy enough with the simple things and just wasn't mature enough to be expected of with things that were kind of reserved to be known only by adults. For example, he shies away when his peers talk about having girlfriends or practicing safe sex and the like. It wasn't that he was immature -- it was just that he hasn't thought about those things yet.
What Chinen Yuri thinks is that though Nakajima Yuto was an early-bloomer physically, his mental growth was either cloistered or late.
And he was going to change that, because, seriously, it was kind of awkward when he has a girlfriend already and the said girlfriend fangirls over Yuto whenever Mugendai was performing. When Nina was with him during those Mugendai performances, she would always be like, "Aww, Chii-chan, can't you be as tall as Nakajima-kun?" or "Aww, Chii-chan, can't you be as hyper as Nakajima-kun? You're always sleeping~" And Chinen Yuri being Chinen Yuri, he didn't like having to be compared or told to be just like someone he knew wasn't even half as mature as he was. But of course, Yuto was his friend, and if it took having to pummel Nakajima Yuto's innocence to the ground and have him cry and beg "I don't want to!" at him, Chinen Yuri was willing to do just that.
"I think it's a nice idea," Hikaru told Chinen while he was wiping his bass in one corner of the studio. He has recolored his hair blonde, and had probably done it because his girlfriend preferred it that way. Chinen hadn't thought before that Hikaru was so whipped. "It kind of is annoying when you have to explain things to Yuto."
"Especially since he's so much taller than you are," Kei said from where he was sitting. "He's nearly twenty -- it's weird to even think that Yuto should be as innocent as he is now."
"He's not going to last in this world if he thinks sex is solely for making babies," Hikaru complained. Yabu smacked him upside on the head. "What?! It's true!" Hikaru said indignantly.
"You could have phrased it better," Yabu said patiently. "But yeah, I agree, every girl he has a crush with, he wants to end up in marriage with. It's too easy to break such a pure spirit."
"So what are you going to do?" Keito asked, his face showing traces of amusement. He was Yuto's best friend and though it was no question that Keito loved Yuto like a brother, there must have been some underlying desire for Yuto to grow up and be an adult already. "I mean, though he is innocent, Yuto isn't stupid. He'll protest kicking and screaming before he agrees to what you want. He's a mama's boy after all. His mom must have hammered all those values inside his head and he takes them seriously."
Faced with this dilemma, Chinen Yuri pouted and thought hard. The eyes of his supporters in the room looked at him, because if there was anyone in this room besides Inoo Kei who could think fastfor a solution, it was him.
Think Chinen, he thought. There should be a way to make Yuto into an adult.
And the answer came to him, just as soon as Yuto and Takaki came in the practice room, hands bearing the plastic bags of ice cream they had left practice buy for Mugendai, the taller one of the two beaming brightly like the child he mentally is.
"We're here!" Yuto called out, bright eyes wandering around the room before alighting on Chinen, who was, by that time, smiling deviously at him. He blinked at the others. "What happened? Why is Chii staring at me like that?"
--
Chinen told him that they were here because Chinen wanted Yuto to meet some of Nina's friends. It confused Yuto the moment they arrived at this bar because Nina-chan didn't seem to be the kind of girl who frequented bars serving alcohol like this one, but then, Yuto thought, who didn't like a bit of alcohol sometimes?
It was thirty minutes into their stay here in this bar that Yuto had begun to have doubts. Especially when already trays of alcohol had been drained by him and Chinen and Nina-chan wasn't still anywhere to be found. It should have been fine, if not for the various skimpily-clad girls who made their way towards his and Chinen's table and tried to flirt with him. Yuto had wanted to be polite, but it was kind of creeping him out.
He was already feeling fuzzy and knew that he should stop, because seriously, his mother is so going to have his neck because he was sure he was reeking of alcohol. And if the girls who had draped themselves on him since they came in were any indication, he should also be reeking of those girls' perfumes, too. He nudged Chinen's foot under the table. The younger boy looked up at him from his glass of gin. "Shouldn't we be going?"
Chinen shook his head happily, pointing towards a girl in a skin-tight dress and saying, "Aww, Yuto, live a little! Mayuri-chan, can you pour him more of that brandy?"
"Uh... can I go to the toilet for a moment?" he said, standing up, a bit dizzy, hitting the table with his knee.
--
Yuto sighed as he emerged from the toilet after washing his hands. He wasn't drunk -- well, honestly he was drunk, what with his every step wobbling and his vision getting blurry -- but he was going to be drunker if he didn't escape right now. But he knew Chinen and Chinen wouldn't let him escape when he was clearly having fun. He just had to get his bearings back for a while.
He emerged from the toilet, shaking his hands free of water because there wasn't a tissue dispenser inside the bathroom and he hasn't got a handkerchief with him. His mother was so going to kill him if she knew that he hasn't got one with him (as if she wasn't already going to kill him from the fact that he went partying, for god's sake), and he was panicky and worried, but the amount of alcohol in his system prevented him from having an actual breakdown. He made his way through the corridor and bumped into a girl with pretty, pretty eyes (that was what had seared into his brain -- those pretty, pretty eyes), making the girl drop the glass that she was holding and have it crash into pieces on the floor.
"Ah, gomen, gomen!" Yuto said, quite gracelessly bending down to pick up some of the pieces of the glass. "It's my fault, I wasn't looking-"
"No, just, leave it, you're going to get hurt," the girl said, tugging Yuto's sleeve, making Yuto stand up. "It's fine. I can always get another glass."
Yuto laughed - he blamed the alcohol because though he was smiley, happy Yuto, it still wasn't appropriate at the time to be laughing. "You're right. I'm Yuto, and I'm a klutz."
"Hi, Yuto." The girl smiled at him briefly. "I better be going."
He blamed the alcohol. All that night he was blaming the alcohol. He blamed the alcohol for his clumsiness, his swirling vision and the warm, tingly sensation inside his stomach. Most of all, blamed the alcohol for what he was about to do.
"Wait," he said as he grabbed the girl's elbow, sending the girl crashing against his body. "You haven't told me your name yet."
There was a mild curiosity in the girl's eyes, but there wasn't fear or panic. He figured she must be as drunk as he was. "Does it matter?"
She had really, really pretty eyes, he thought, before smiling a bit. "No, I don't think it does."
The moment his lips crashed down on the girl's, Yuto's rational thinking has disappeared on him. It didn't make a reappearance when he was leading the girl into a cab. It didn't protest when he stuttered and laughed his way into booking a hotel room. It didn't say a thing when he kissed her again, more passionately this time, in the elevator up to the hotel floor their room was situated.
When he closed the hotel room behind him and the girl, his eyes on the girl standing in the pale, dim light of the room, hair messy but framing her face beautifully, those pretty eyes burning and speaking of a desire that he knew he reflected, he had long since given up on his rational mind protesting against what he was about to do. He reached out for the girl and crashed their lips together again, tongues fighting through teeth and tongue, tasting blood and alcohol here and there before tumbling onto the confines of the bed, which reflected her body -- soft, pliant, heavenly.
--
Yuto was more than surprised when he entered the practice room the next day to a pop of confetti and his band mates celebrating.
"Uh... hi guys, what's up? What are we supposed to be celebrating?" he asked as he shook the confetti off of his hair, making his head throb painfully. He'd spent the entire day bemoaning the fact that he missed his first period classes at university and the other fact that he had to attend all the rest of his classes with an awful hangover. There was another fact but he'd rather not think about it, because he'd rather not think about how stupid he was last night. He might be a little kid mentally, but he didn't like being reminded of his mistakes. "Ow," he moaned.
Luckily, Hikaru was already announcing their party theme for that day. "Let's all congratulate Yuto for breaking the wall of childhood and being an adult by getting drunk last night!"
Ah, that was that. Yuto just smiled weakly as he made his way to the couch, where Inoo was sitting, too, sipping at his tea. Inoo jabbed him with his delicate elbow. "Congratulations, Yuto! You're an adult now!"
"Thanks," he said, though the headache that he had and the angry and worried sermon he had gotten from his mother convinced him that if that was what it took to be an adult, then he'd rather stay a kid forever.
"That's not all, Chinen said," Keito smirked from the side. "He said you left the bar with a girl. A girl you didn't know."
Yuto stiffened, blushing. There was that, too. He looked away, and that was all it took for the others to confirm Chinen's news. They cheered and laughed, with a sprinkling of jealous remarks here and there (majority from Hikaru and Inoo).
"I don't know how to say this, Yuto, but, congratulations on getting laid," Keito said, grinning widely and trying not to burst into laughter, like the others.
Yuto glared at him, but as he was his best friend, Yuto couldn't stay mad at Keito. "Shut up. Thanks, man."
"So... how was it? The first time?" Keito asked.
Yuto shook his head. "I don't remember much, the only thing I do is that it felt really great at the time and really bad after I woke up."
"Why is that?" Keito asked, a bit confused.
"Aside from the fact that I was drunk, got scolded and suffered a hangover for the whole day?" Yuto smirked helplessly at his attempt at humour. "I didn't even know her name. And she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve something like that for her first time."
"It was her first?"
"Yeah. I... kind of heard her tell me that it was." Yuto said. "I can't help but think that she might be mad at me, wherever she is now."
Keito was silent, then he sighed and patted Yuto on the shoulder. "Hey, calm down. Don't overthink things. That's the reason that Chinen planned this in the first place."
Yuto smirked after a while. "I guess you're right."
"That's great," Keito grinned. "Hey, almost time for practice. You think you could work through your hangover? We don't want to have to explain things to Yabu-kun just yet."
"You mean to say Yabu-kun doesn't know?" Yuto laughed as he looked around. "I think I could handle it. Where is he, anyway?"
"He said he was going to be late," Keito said, looking around, too. "But I think he's going to be here in a few.
Yuto nodded, making his way to the drum set and began experimenting. A few beats later and he realized that he couldn't make practice today, because every beat on the drums brings tears to his eyes. He looked up the moment the door opened and Yabu entered the practice room, looking all happy, with his girlfriend Sandra beside him and a girl with pretty, pretty eyes on the other side.
Yuto blinked once. They weren't just pretty, pretty eyes.
They were THE pretty, pretty eyes.
"Hi guys! Sandra and Aki-chan here is going to join us for practice, so you better work hard, okay?" Yabu said.
Hikaru, apparently still high on the laughter just a few moments earlier, snapped back good-naturedly, "Don't make it seem like we're not doing good enough on normal days!" This earned him a lot of laughter, too.
Yuto sat behind his drum set, laughing with the others a bit awkwardly, his head churning out excuses that no, this girl could not be the girl he had sex with last night, as Sandra-chan introduced to them Hiwatari Aki, an intern at the radio station she was working in. Aki was going to be there for research, and Aki bowed and addressed them all to 'please forgive me if I'm acting a bit too woozy, I was out partying last night with a friend and I drunk way too much.'
It was that sentence that Yuto was dreading. This was the girl he slept with last night. Did she recognize him? He thought, his body stiffening.
One glance at him and Yuto could see that the girl has recognized him. She just stared, though.
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"You're not up to your usual standard today, Yuto," Yabu said good-naturedly as he passed by the younger boy during break. Sandra was passing home baked cookies to the other members of Mugendai, Aki beside her. Hikaru and Kei were flirting with the girl, getting information about her in cleverly disguised sweet questions and the like. Yuto felt something clench inside his chest when he saw Hikaru lay his hand on Aki's shoulder. He looked away and instead focused on Yabu. "I'm sorry, I'm suffering a headache so bad, it's literally killing my brain cells."
Yabu laughed. "Out partying, too? I can't help but think that it's the youngest members of a group who gets to have all the fun. Aki-chan is the youngest in Sandra's workplace, too."
Yuto laughed weakly. "Is that so?" he asked.
"Yeah," Yabu said as he pointed at the table near the corner of the room. "Go and drink some ginger ale, it may help with the headache."
Yuto nodded as he watched Yabu walk towards the direction of his girlfriend. He snuck another peek at Aki and her pretty, pretty eyes. She wasn't looking at him.
He didn't know, but he wanted her to look at him. At him, Nakajima Yuto, and not at Hikaru. After all, it was Nakajima Yuto she slept with mere hours ago and not Yaotome Hikaru.
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Aki: that was her name. Yuto tried to work well that day, but the headache and the presence of the radio intern who, coincidentally, was the girl he lost his virginity to last night was in the same room just didn't serve to inspire him. He wanted to go home and bury himself under his blankets until he died.
It was more than awkward. Just as she was Yuto's first, he was Aki's first, too. Yuto was a kid and kids didn't like the feeling of being hated. He didn't like having to dread that someone hated him. He didn't know how to deal with that.
He also didn't know how to make of the fact that he was starting to realize (consider, he insisted, not realize, because realize means that it's true and he doesn't even know if it's true--) that he didn't like seeing her talk and laugh with other boys because she was supposed to do those with him first.
So what should he do?
He did what he always did. He told Keito about it. Keito was smart. Keito will know what to do!
After relating his story to Keito in third person (it was useless, Keito thought afterwards, all the use of "what ifs" just served to let me think that Yuto wasn't asking advice for a friend but for himself), Keito adviced him to stay true to himself and confront the girl about it. Keito knew Yuto so well to know that all he had to do when giving Yuto advice was to tell Yuto what Yuto wanted to do. Yuto didn't need advice, he needed encouragement. Yuto smiled brightly after that, which relieved Keito because, seriously, the issue Yuto was asking encouragement from was out of Keito's league. Keito didn't do drunk one-night stands. Nor did he do falling in love after drunk one-night stands.
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Yuto followed Aki towards the vending machines outside the bar. Sandra had asked her to pick up some iced coffee there and Yuto took that as an opportunity to talk to Aki alone.
He followed her to the vending machine and stopped a respectable distance from her when she stopped. She ignored him as she dropped coins into the machine. It was quiet, cold, and Yuto was so nervous of Aki being mad at him that he considered running back into the practice room --
No. He shouldn't.
"Hi, I'm Nakajima Yuto, and we met last night." He said carefully.
Aki turned towards him, those pretty eyes blank but still pretty. "Yeah, we did. Hi, again."
"I..." Yuto said. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Last night..."
"We were both drunk, it's understood," Aki said formally, averting her eyes. "If you asked me, it shouldn't matter too much. I mean, if you wanted me to forget, it's already forgotten."
"It's not that..." Yuto said, fighting hard to keep his blush down.
"I'm not mad," Aki said, gently this time. She shrugged those tiny shoulders and Yuto couldn't help but remember how those shoulders looked, bare in the dim lamplight. No, he shouldn't think of that, especially since he was feeling the same fluid warmth run through his veins again. "Really."
Yuto swallowed. "It shouldn't have happened that way. You didn't deserve that."
"Nor did you," she said as she gathered the coffee cans in her arms. There were too many, and soon some were rolling off her arms. She laughed awkwardly, flustered. "This kind of thing happens a lot when you're with me," she said as she bent to pick the cans up. Yuto beat her to the last one, their fingers touching briefly, making a wave of heat flow through both their bodies because it wasn't just their fingers that touched last night.
She raised her eyes at him, and their faces were so dangerously close to let them feel the heat of each other's breaths on their cheeks.
He was hung over, but not drunk, so he didn't have an excuse for moving forward and capturing her lips with his and kissing her gently, fingers still vaguely touching over the coffee can.
He didn't want an excuse this time.
He wanted this to happen because he wanted it to, and he wanted her, and not because his hormones were telling him to.
When he pulled away -- more because he needed to breathe and he wanted to tell her something -- he noted the blush that dusted Aki's face. He knew that he was, too. Blushing, he meant.
"I'm sorry for last night, that shouldn't have happened then," he said, helping her stand up. "It shouldn't have happened because I was drunk. It shouldn't have happened because we didn't know each other well enough for such intimacy." He sucked in air because he was speaking so fast. "I like you. I think you're awesome and pretty and wonderful, and I want to know you better. So, please, go out with me?"
Aki blinked.
"I don't want to know you as just being the girl I lost my virginity to," Yuto said, looking down on his feet. "Especially because I feel more than just that for you."
There was a silence and Yuto bit his lip. 'That's it, now she's really mad at me.'
"You really are a kid, aren't you?" Aki laughed. It was such a clear laugh that Yuto looked up at her and blushed because she looked even prettier with a smile on her face. He chuckled softly, too, not knowing where this was leading.
"I get that a lot from the other members of the band," Yuto smiled sheepishly.
Aki smiled, and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, what do you say we go for coffee tomorrow? We could talk about ourselves then. I'd like to know more about you, too."
Yuto couldn't help the large grin that broke on his face and threatened to split his face in two. "I... I'd love that! Uh, when are you free in the mornings?"
She smiled as she gave him her number, and afterwards, she and Yuto walked into the bar again, towards the practice room. Not hand-in-hand, as Yuto would have liked, so that it would be clear to Hikaru that he should stop flirting with Aki, because Yuto liked her. But the way that Aki's pretty eyes brightened when she turned back to Yuto as she took the cans of coffee from his hands, the way that she smiled a little brighter when he dropped the can again, the way that she didn't shy away when their fingers touched, and especially the way that she kissed back when he snuck an innocent kiss on her lips when they both bent down at the same time to pick the coffee can back up, that was more than enough for now.
All the rest -- the exclusivity and all of her -- he would have to earn in the next few weeks. And he was determined to earn it this time, and not just because they were both drunk. He was looking forward to it right now.
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