[Team Three] Sleep is always the answer
What tonight had taught him, was that the job of being leader was never done. The day was coming to and end, only one last dance practice to do before they could go home. It had been interesting as already Sakuma had helped schedules be finalized, forced Iwamoto to take a nap, helped his bandmates who had been missing practice for drama filming with dancing, found Fukazawa's missing drama script, and most recently shooed away some stray juniors from Abe and his studies. It seemed that his unit, no matter how stubborn and strong, still needed someone to take care of them.
Sakuma sighed as he held out Miyadate's missing manga. The other smiled gratefully as he took the offered book from Snowman's resident leader. Watanabe gave Miyadate a kiss as he passed by and puttered around the room shirtless cleaning up. Sakuma wondered mildly if Watanabe was aware of just how bad an omen that had become. Sakuma tried not to think of all the bad things that could happen any moment due to Watanabe's refusal to wear clothing.
Before his pondering could get any deeper Sakuma heard his name being called. “Hey, Sakkun, have you seen my I-pod?” Iwamoto wandered into the room, script in hand, bags under his eyes, and shoulders slouched. Iwamoto looked like a zombie as he stared tiredly at Sakuma.
Sakuma let out a sigh. He had gotten Iwamoto to take a nap earlier, but it had apparently done little good. Not to mention with drama shooting and Crea shows Sakuma and Iwamoto had absolutely no time together, straining their relationship. Walking over behind the cream colored couch, Sakuma picked up a yellow cased I-pod that had been put on a charger. Iwamoto let out a nervous laugh, grabbed the offered device and gave a quick peck to Sakuma's lips. Iwamoto walked away without anything else. The rest of the room watched him go.
The Snowmen looked at each other, all with furrowed brows. They had tried to make sure Iwamoto was healthy. Forcing naps, water, and food when ever possible. Still Iwamoto seemed to be holding the weight of the world on his shoulders, and refused any help carrying it.
Sakuma walked over and colapsed on the couch, nuzzling into the cushions with a groan. It had been a long day, he wasn't sure what to do but he knew he wanted to spend some time alone with his boyfriend, even if just for a nap. Iwamoto hadn't spent any time with him lately and seemed to be neglecting himself more than anything. The thought of Iwamoto collapsing from exhaustion caused Sakuma's stomach to lurch. He knew Iwamoto was under a lot of pressure, Bad Boys J had just been announced to have a movie, and concerts were endless, magazine shoots were always happening, and regular practices still had to be done. Sakuma was happy that the group was busy, that half of them got to have their own drama, however, Sakuma didn't like how much pressure Iwamoto was putting on himself.
Watanabe kissed Miyadate quickly before he left the room to follow after Iwamoto. He caught up with him with ease, but Iwamoto barley noticed Watanabe as he continued to reread his lines. “You need a break. You've been completely immersed in the script for days and everyone is getting a little worried.” Watanabe understood, he and Fukazawa were tired as well, but they both knew when to take a break. Iwamoto, had decided to put so much pressure on himself that he refused to take a break, even though he needed it.
Iwamoto looked over at Watanabe like he just noticed he was next to him. “You say something, Shouta?”
Watanabe let out a sigh, before patting Iwamoto on the back. He left Iwamoto to stare at his retreating figure. Watanabe entered the dressing room to have three pairs of eyes stare at him. Watanabe shook his head, looking at Sakuma's form on the couch. Sakuma let out a frustrated noise as he got up. “That's it! Guys I don't care what you have to do, no one disturb me or Hikaru for at least two hours.” Sakuma grabbed his phone and dashed out the door.
Iwamoto got a message on his cell phone, he looked at the text from Sakuma asking him to come to one of the dressing rooms on the second floor. Iwamoto sighed, walking to the stairs. He felt so tired, but he didn't want to let anyone down. He had been given so many opportunities lately, he didn't want to disappoint anyone.
The room was empty except for Sakuma on the couch. Iwamoto walked forward cautiously. The door slammed behind him as Sakuma met him half way. A kiss was placed on his lips. “Hikaru...” Sakuma's voice sounded so sad, it felt like the first time Iwamoto had really heard it in days. The script was taken from his hands and thrown to the side as Sakuma dragged him to the couch.
With each kiss to his lips Iwamoto could feel the tension easing from his body. A small push and Iwamoto was on his back. Sakuma curled up against his chest with a content sigh. “I know you are afraid to let the others down, but you have to take care of yourself. We are all worried about you...I'm worried about you.” Sakuma's words were soft, but Iwamoto could still hear them. Iwamoto squeezed Sakuma against him in a hug before he began to drift off. Sakuma felt Iwamoto's breathing even out as he finally fell asleep. Allowing himself to rest as well, Sakuma pushed back thoughts about what was waiting for them back in the dressing room.
Two hours later Iwamoto and Sakuma returned to Snowman's dressing room holding hands. From down the hall they could hear loud noises coming from their dressing room. Iwamoto stopped them outside the door “Thanks, Daisuke.” One last kiss and they both took a deep breath before facing the door. When they opened the door they found their Manager red in the face and the rest of their unit mostly naked and covered in silly-string, sparkles, and feathers.
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