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[Team 1] A night like any other...
Slightly more substance and yet not. And yes, I might or might not be campaigning for this pairing. But don't let me influence your own opinions. What am I talking about? I'm telling you to go vote if you haven't yet. :)
Later than most of the others was when Sakuma stumbled into the gym where they’re supposed to rehearse for all of their upcoming shows. He was carrying his bag with gym clothes and a heavy looking plastic bag.
“Did you lose track of time in Akiba again?” Watanabe teased the shorter male.
Sakuma stuck out his tongue and put the bag onto the table by the chair he’d just tossed his other things onto - making some fly all over the place, which prompted a displeased expression to replace the teasing one on Watanabe’s face. “Nope. I went to the conbini. Took longer than I thought it would.”
“Considering you look like you bought half of it,” Watanabe commented.
“It’s not all for me,” Sakuma replied and then looked around. He waved at where Iwamoto and Fukazawa were stretching and getting warmed up with Abe and Miyadate.
Iwamoto spotted him and excused himself to come over. “Woah, I told you if you were in a h-”
“I keep my promises. And it’s not like we seem to have started yet,” Sakuma looked over to where the choreographer was still giving instructions to a bunch of other juniors. He reached into the bag and pulled out a few items, which he placed into Iwamoto’s hands. They were the usual things - the typical ‘Snow Man Diet’ during stage show runs: energy drinks, more energy drinks, some candy, chocolate and energy jelly. Only the healthiest things, yup.
A smile made the corners of Iwamoto’s lips turn upwards and his eyes narrowed to lines, “Thank you. I’ll return the favor later tonight, okay?”
“Woah, I did not want to hear that,” Watanabe made a face and stole a bag of candy from Sakuma’s bag. “Make your plans when nobody else is listening.”
“Not our fault,” Sakuma pointed out.
“We’re only going out to eat,” Iwamoto snorted. “You’re welcome to join?”
Watanabe waved them off, “Nah. I’m going with Hasshi. And it’s a private nabe party.”
“As always,” Iwamoto rolled his eyes. “Date?”
Miyadate, who’d come over with the rest, shook his head, “Nope. Family.”
“Eh, I thought that wasn’t until tomorrow?” Sakuma made a face at the other. “Come along next time then? You promised to make more time for group bonding.”
“We moved it forward because it looks like work will run late for sure tomorrow,” Miyadate looked apologetic. “And yes, I know. I do make time for group bonding, though!”
“Now,” Fukazawa laughed and patted the other on the back. “Date-sama is so popular.”
“Not that ‘Fukka-senpai’ isn’t?” Sakuma looked at Fukazawa. “Jinguji told me you’re going out to eat with Iwahashi and them again? I thought you said you weren’t going to fall for that again this time around.” Then he laughed. “Even taking Abe-chan along to keep yourself from going overboard with the ‘senpai-ing’.”
Fukazawa made a face, “Just this time. He’s not feeling well. So I’ll make an exception!”
“Don’t complain afterwards,” Iwamoto laughed and then looked at the shortest male in their midst. “I guess that means it’ll be just us tonight then.”
Sakuma smiled back at the other, “Been a while.”
Before they all went their separate - or not so separate - ways for the night though, they had to run through rehearsals at record speed. Having been involved in Takizawa Kabuki until two days ago still, none of them had been able to join rehearsals for Ebiza for more than a handful of hours - before or after their other shows were done.
They had all made detailed notes though and with years of experience, things went as smooth as they could be expected to go. The choreographers were satisfied when Johnny-san himself seemed to be okay with things.
Sakuma looked half-dead by the time they were done but it was a good kind of dead - at least that’s what he made himself think. He showered quickly and got dressed to meet Iwamoto outside in the hallway. They said their goodbyes to the staff and everyone else they met along the way and went out the door to be met with by the chilly night air.
“Aw man, it was starting to get warmer, why have temperatures dropped again?” Sakuma made a face. He couldn’t wait for the warmer temperatures to come again.
“Give it time,” Iwamoto said and then looked down the road, over the edge of his usual black mask. “Let’s take a small detour before and then take a cab?”
“Cab? Where are we going?” Sakuma blinked.
“I’m staying over. We can go to that restaurant by your place we went to last time? It’ll be less crowded than anything down here and they’ll still have plenty of stuff at this hour, too,” Iwamoto decided. “But before that, let’s get you something to keep you warm on the way. I know your hands are freezing cold again.”
“Because they always are?” Sakuma laughed softly.
“Not always. Just most of the time,” Iwamoto laughed as well.
They ended up at the Starbucks by the station and Iwamoto ordered and paid for both of their drinks before Sakuma had even been able to decide for himself.
“You always pick exactly what I like,” Sakuma sipped on the hot beverage. “How do you do that?” He laughed softly. “Thank you.”
“I just know,” Iwamoto laughed as well and sipped on his own drink. “Okay, let’s go.”
The cab ride took a bit longer than a train would have in the traffic at this hour but it was both money and time well spent.
By the time they got to the Sakuma Family’s house, nobody else was awake anymore. Sakuma went to greet Moon-chan (his dog), who nuzzled him sleepily but then put her head back down. After that he and Iwamoto went to his room to get ready for the night.
Of course they didn’t go to bed just yet - they were Snow Man’s perpetual ‘we don’t really need a lot of sleep’ pair after all.
Sitting on Sakuma’s bed, they watched some episodes of anime that Sakuma had recorded, catching up with series they were both interested in. Iwamoto was propped up against some pillows and had an arm loosely wrapped around Sakuma, who was leaning against his chest. Sometimes it really paid off to have a big difference in heights. Although Sakuma would probably ever admit that.
They had just finished the third episode when Sakuma’s phone flashed with a new message.
Iwamoto picked it up. “It’s from Miyata-kun.”
“Mh? Ah, probably about the episode that just aired. Different anime,” Sakuma explained and reached for the phone but Iwamoto moved it out of his reach. “Hikaru?”
“‘sup Miyacchi, can’t really talk to you right now. Will watch the episode as soon as I have time. Right now’s not the time though because I am busy with member-ai. Bye. P.S. please ask Tamamori-kun for the address of the massage place he likes? Hokku says it’s fab,” Iwamoto read out what he wrote.
Sakuma was shaking as giggled, “I do NOT sound like that! Also, I wouldn’t know what Hokuto-kun was talking about!”
Iwamoto hummed, “Right.” Then he grabbed Sakuma and pulled him into an impromptu kiss. Sakuma’s eyes widened and he barely registered the sound of the camera clicking in his initial surprise. “Okay, sent. That should do the trick.”
“Wait, what, you did not just send him-” he looked at his phone when the other dropped it onto his lap. “Hikaru!”
“What?” Iwamoto blinked innocently.
When Sakuma was about to say something else, his phone flashed with a message again. A reply. “Woah, that was fast?” he blinked. Miyata wasn’t usually such a fast typer.
He opened the message and he could feel Iwamoto lean his chin on his shoulder to look as well. What appeared on the screen made both of them snort softly in amusement.
‘You’re all weird. All of you. But thanks for not starting a discussion with him. That means he has more time for other things now. P.S. the address is in the attachment. Let’s go together sometime when our schedules match up.’
Attached was a picture of a slightly sleepy looking (and half-naked) Tamamori, who was smushing Miyata’s face into a pillow next to him.
“Looks like you’re the only otaku busy with member-ai obligations tonight,” Iwamoto grinned.
Sakuma looked up at the other, “You’re never an obligation. You know that.”
“I see. Well then,” putting the phone away, Iwamoto adjusted their positions, going from slightly horizontal to completely so, “I guess now’s a good time to get down to business.”
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Later than most of the others was when Sakuma stumbled into the gym where they’re supposed to rehearse for all of their upcoming shows. He was carrying his bag with gym clothes and a heavy looking plastic bag.
“Did you lose track of time in Akiba again?” Watanabe teased the shorter male.
Sakuma stuck out his tongue and put the bag onto the table by the chair he’d just tossed his other things onto - making some fly all over the place, which prompted a displeased expression to replace the teasing one on Watanabe’s face. “Nope. I went to the conbini. Took longer than I thought it would.”
“Considering you look like you bought half of it,” Watanabe commented.
“It’s not all for me,” Sakuma replied and then looked around. He waved at where Iwamoto and Fukazawa were stretching and getting warmed up with Abe and Miyadate.
Iwamoto spotted him and excused himself to come over. “Woah, I told you if you were in a h-”
“I keep my promises. And it’s not like we seem to have started yet,” Sakuma looked over to where the choreographer was still giving instructions to a bunch of other juniors. He reached into the bag and pulled out a few items, which he placed into Iwamoto’s hands. They were the usual things - the typical ‘Snow Man Diet’ during stage show runs: energy drinks, more energy drinks, some candy, chocolate and energy jelly. Only the healthiest things, yup.
A smile made the corners of Iwamoto’s lips turn upwards and his eyes narrowed to lines, “Thank you. I’ll return the favor later tonight, okay?”
“Woah, I did not want to hear that,” Watanabe made a face and stole a bag of candy from Sakuma’s bag. “Make your plans when nobody else is listening.”
“Not our fault,” Sakuma pointed out.
“We’re only going out to eat,” Iwamoto snorted. “You’re welcome to join?”
Watanabe waved them off, “Nah. I’m going with Hasshi. And it’s a private nabe party.”
“As always,” Iwamoto rolled his eyes. “Date?”
Miyadate, who’d come over with the rest, shook his head, “Nope. Family.”
“Eh, I thought that wasn’t until tomorrow?” Sakuma made a face at the other. “Come along next time then? You promised to make more time for group bonding.”
“We moved it forward because it looks like work will run late for sure tomorrow,” Miyadate looked apologetic. “And yes, I know. I do make time for group bonding, though!”
“Now,” Fukazawa laughed and patted the other on the back. “Date-sama is so popular.”
“Not that ‘Fukka-senpai’ isn’t?” Sakuma looked at Fukazawa. “Jinguji told me you’re going out to eat with Iwahashi and them again? I thought you said you weren’t going to fall for that again this time around.” Then he laughed. “Even taking Abe-chan along to keep yourself from going overboard with the ‘senpai-ing’.”
Fukazawa made a face, “Just this time. He’s not feeling well. So I’ll make an exception!”
“Don’t complain afterwards,” Iwamoto laughed and then looked at the shortest male in their midst. “I guess that means it’ll be just us tonight then.”
Sakuma smiled back at the other, “Been a while.”
Before they all went their separate - or not so separate - ways for the night though, they had to run through rehearsals at record speed. Having been involved in Takizawa Kabuki until two days ago still, none of them had been able to join rehearsals for Ebiza for more than a handful of hours - before or after their other shows were done.
They had all made detailed notes though and with years of experience, things went as smooth as they could be expected to go. The choreographers were satisfied when Johnny-san himself seemed to be okay with things.
Sakuma looked half-dead by the time they were done but it was a good kind of dead - at least that’s what he made himself think. He showered quickly and got dressed to meet Iwamoto outside in the hallway. They said their goodbyes to the staff and everyone else they met along the way and went out the door to be met with by the chilly night air.
“Aw man, it was starting to get warmer, why have temperatures dropped again?” Sakuma made a face. He couldn’t wait for the warmer temperatures to come again.
“Give it time,” Iwamoto said and then looked down the road, over the edge of his usual black mask. “Let’s take a small detour before and then take a cab?”
“Cab? Where are we going?” Sakuma blinked.
“I’m staying over. We can go to that restaurant by your place we went to last time? It’ll be less crowded than anything down here and they’ll still have plenty of stuff at this hour, too,” Iwamoto decided. “But before that, let’s get you something to keep you warm on the way. I know your hands are freezing cold again.”
“Because they always are?” Sakuma laughed softly.
“Not always. Just most of the time,” Iwamoto laughed as well.
They ended up at the Starbucks by the station and Iwamoto ordered and paid for both of their drinks before Sakuma had even been able to decide for himself.
“You always pick exactly what I like,” Sakuma sipped on the hot beverage. “How do you do that?” He laughed softly. “Thank you.”
“I just know,” Iwamoto laughed as well and sipped on his own drink. “Okay, let’s go.”
The cab ride took a bit longer than a train would have in the traffic at this hour but it was both money and time well spent.
By the time they got to the Sakuma Family’s house, nobody else was awake anymore. Sakuma went to greet Moon-chan (his dog), who nuzzled him sleepily but then put her head back down. After that he and Iwamoto went to his room to get ready for the night.
Of course they didn’t go to bed just yet - they were Snow Man’s perpetual ‘we don’t really need a lot of sleep’ pair after all.
Sitting on Sakuma’s bed, they watched some episodes of anime that Sakuma had recorded, catching up with series they were both interested in. Iwamoto was propped up against some pillows and had an arm loosely wrapped around Sakuma, who was leaning against his chest. Sometimes it really paid off to have a big difference in heights. Although Sakuma would probably ever admit that.
They had just finished the third episode when Sakuma’s phone flashed with a new message.
Iwamoto picked it up. “It’s from Miyata-kun.”
“Mh? Ah, probably about the episode that just aired. Different anime,” Sakuma explained and reached for the phone but Iwamoto moved it out of his reach. “Hikaru?”
“‘sup Miyacchi, can’t really talk to you right now. Will watch the episode as soon as I have time. Right now’s not the time though because I am busy with member-ai. Bye. P.S. please ask Tamamori-kun for the address of the massage place he likes? Hokku says it’s fab,” Iwamoto read out what he wrote.
Sakuma was shaking as giggled, “I do NOT sound like that! Also, I wouldn’t know what Hokuto-kun was talking about!”
Iwamoto hummed, “Right.” Then he grabbed Sakuma and pulled him into an impromptu kiss. Sakuma’s eyes widened and he barely registered the sound of the camera clicking in his initial surprise. “Okay, sent. That should do the trick.”
“Wait, what, you did not just send him-” he looked at his phone when the other dropped it onto his lap. “Hikaru!”
“What?” Iwamoto blinked innocently.
When Sakuma was about to say something else, his phone flashed with a message again. A reply. “Woah, that was fast?” he blinked. Miyata wasn’t usually such a fast typer.
He opened the message and he could feel Iwamoto lean his chin on his shoulder to look as well. What appeared on the screen made both of them snort softly in amusement.
‘You’re all weird. All of you. But thanks for not starting a discussion with him. That means he has more time for other things now. P.S. the address is in the attachment. Let’s go together sometime when our schedules match up.’
Attached was a picture of a slightly sleepy looking (and half-naked) Tamamori, who was smushing Miyata’s face into a pillow next to him.
“Looks like you’re the only otaku busy with member-ai obligations tonight,” Iwamoto grinned.
Sakuma looked up at the other, “You’re never an obligation. You know that.”
“I see. Well then,” putting the phone away, Iwamoto adjusted their positions, going from slightly horizontal to completely so, “I guess now’s a good time to get down to business.”
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