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writetomyheart2014-09-30 12:41 am
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[Team 5] Arch Nemesis was not just a fictional thing
A continuation of a Tsuka-chan and Goseki own a bar AU. Found here!
Summary: Hashimoto is in love, Totsuka is obvlivious, and Kitayama is... well, Kitayama.
Implied(???) TotsukaxKitayama
Onesided(?????) HashimotoxTotsuka
Rating: PG
“His own dick? How the hell did he manage that?” Kawai nearly choked on his lunch as Hashimoto was happily narrating his friends, most unfortunate night. Hashimoto was laughing at their misfortune but all Kawai could do was squirm in place.
“Well, he is laughing about it now, but at the time he was in a lot of pain.” Hashimoto managed to choke out between chuckles, which died quickly as the door opened, and both Tsukada and Totsuka walked into the bar. They were supposed to open soon for the night, and Hashimoto had been keeping Kawai entertained while the other ate dinner, though they mostly talked. This time, it was with the horror stories of his friends dating lives.
Hashimoto could not use any of his own stories, as they all involved staring at Totsuka from across the bar as the other played guitar on stage all night for his sets. As everyone who ever came into the bar when both were there knew, that was all there was to their love story, because Hashimoto was surprisingly shy about confessing directly, and Totsuka, while very smart, was a little dumb about feelings. As he never seemed to notice the adoration that Hashimoto watched him with.
“Tsuka-chan, you will not believe what Hasshi just told me!” Kawai rushed over to the co-owner of the bar to scar him with the horrors of an accidentally self inflicted bruised dick during kinky outdoor onsen sex, but Hashimoto only had eyes for Totsuka.
The older man had waved back quickly to Hashimoto’s enthusiastic waving, and was currently setting up the stage to his liking. The stool always went to the slight left of center stage, the microphone stand in from of the chair. There was a second microphone stand off to the right, for when Totsuka could no longer sit still, strumming his guitar and singing quietly, for when he needed to move to the music.
Those were the times that Hashimoto loved the most, watching Totsuka as he was swept away by the music, by his music, lost somewhere in the mind of Totsuka Shota. Hashimoto wanted to understand it, to explore it, to see if he could feel and understand the mystery that was the other man’s mind. It would only make him love the other more.
But that would never happen, for one important reason.
Every time Totsuka finished his sets, Hashimoto would ask him the same question.
“Did you want to get coffee, or a drink or something?”
The answer was always the same.
“Sorry, I can’t today, I have plans with KitsMitsu.”
Kitayama Hiromitsu, or KitaMitsu, was Hashimoto’s arch nemesis, at least if this were a video game and people were cast in such roles. Kitayama was, however, Totsuka’s very good friend, maybe best friend.
And he was very much aware of Hashimoto’s feelings for Totsuka, even if Totsuka was not.
Hashimoto could not help but hear Tsukada’s shout of surprise at the bruised dick thing, and he could not help but smile at the fond smile that Totsuka threw in Tsukaka and Kawai’s direction as they chatted.
Totsuka looked amazing when he smiled.
Though it faded into his serious artist face as Goseki strode into the bar, throwing a look around before calling out in a gentle warning,
“It is time, gentleman.”
But by that point Hashimoto was already behind the bar, tying his apron around his waist and tucking the bar towel into the ties. He was ready for another evening of serving drinks, and watching Totsuka. Mostly watching Totsuka, but that was why Kawai was there that night so early as well. Goseki had learned very quickly that it was best to have someone else on staff on the nights Totsuka worked, because somehow, Hashimoto and his adoration of Totsuka actually generated them more business.
It was a strange world. But he wouldn't argue.
At the end of the night Hashimoto casually, very casually, strode over to the stage, where Totsuka was packing up his guitar, even as he heard the front door open.
“Hey, Tottsu?”
“Yeah, Hasshi?” Tottsu asked as he snapped his guitar case closed.
“Did you wanna get a coffee or something sometime?”
“He can’t, he is with me tonight.” A short man, Kitayama, slipped up beside them and slid an arm around Totsuka’s waist, guiding him gently towards the door.
“Sorry, Hasshi, maybe later.” Totsuka called, then called out his goodbyes, and his thank you, and thanks for the hard works to the bar staff.
Hashimoto watched the door close with a glare, as Kitayama tossed a wink and a smirk back over his shoulder as the door to the bar closed.
It was certain. He had an arch nemesis.
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Summary: Hashimoto is in love, Totsuka is obvlivious, and Kitayama is... well, Kitayama.
Implied(???) TotsukaxKitayama
Onesided(?????) HashimotoxTotsuka
Rating: PG
“His own dick? How the hell did he manage that?” Kawai nearly choked on his lunch as Hashimoto was happily narrating his friends, most unfortunate night. Hashimoto was laughing at their misfortune but all Kawai could do was squirm in place.
“Well, he is laughing about it now, but at the time he was in a lot of pain.” Hashimoto managed to choke out between chuckles, which died quickly as the door opened, and both Tsukada and Totsuka walked into the bar. They were supposed to open soon for the night, and Hashimoto had been keeping Kawai entertained while the other ate dinner, though they mostly talked. This time, it was with the horror stories of his friends dating lives.
Hashimoto could not use any of his own stories, as they all involved staring at Totsuka from across the bar as the other played guitar on stage all night for his sets. As everyone who ever came into the bar when both were there knew, that was all there was to their love story, because Hashimoto was surprisingly shy about confessing directly, and Totsuka, while very smart, was a little dumb about feelings. As he never seemed to notice the adoration that Hashimoto watched him with.
“Tsuka-chan, you will not believe what Hasshi just told me!” Kawai rushed over to the co-owner of the bar to scar him with the horrors of an accidentally self inflicted bruised dick during kinky outdoor onsen sex, but Hashimoto only had eyes for Totsuka.
The older man had waved back quickly to Hashimoto’s enthusiastic waving, and was currently setting up the stage to his liking. The stool always went to the slight left of center stage, the microphone stand in from of the chair. There was a second microphone stand off to the right, for when Totsuka could no longer sit still, strumming his guitar and singing quietly, for when he needed to move to the music.
Those were the times that Hashimoto loved the most, watching Totsuka as he was swept away by the music, by his music, lost somewhere in the mind of Totsuka Shota. Hashimoto wanted to understand it, to explore it, to see if he could feel and understand the mystery that was the other man’s mind. It would only make him love the other more.
But that would never happen, for one important reason.
Every time Totsuka finished his sets, Hashimoto would ask him the same question.
“Did you want to get coffee, or a drink or something?”
The answer was always the same.
“Sorry, I can’t today, I have plans with KitsMitsu.”
Kitayama Hiromitsu, or KitaMitsu, was Hashimoto’s arch nemesis, at least if this were a video game and people were cast in such roles. Kitayama was, however, Totsuka’s very good friend, maybe best friend.
And he was very much aware of Hashimoto’s feelings for Totsuka, even if Totsuka was not.
Hashimoto could not help but hear Tsukada’s shout of surprise at the bruised dick thing, and he could not help but smile at the fond smile that Totsuka threw in Tsukaka and Kawai’s direction as they chatted.
Totsuka looked amazing when he smiled.
Though it faded into his serious artist face as Goseki strode into the bar, throwing a look around before calling out in a gentle warning,
“It is time, gentleman.”
But by that point Hashimoto was already behind the bar, tying his apron around his waist and tucking the bar towel into the ties. He was ready for another evening of serving drinks, and watching Totsuka. Mostly watching Totsuka, but that was why Kawai was there that night so early as well. Goseki had learned very quickly that it was best to have someone else on staff on the nights Totsuka worked, because somehow, Hashimoto and his adoration of Totsuka actually generated them more business.
It was a strange world. But he wouldn't argue.
At the end of the night Hashimoto casually, very casually, strode over to the stage, where Totsuka was packing up his guitar, even as he heard the front door open.
“Hey, Tottsu?”
“Yeah, Hasshi?” Tottsu asked as he snapped his guitar case closed.
“Did you wanna get a coffee or something sometime?”
“He can’t, he is with me tonight.” A short man, Kitayama, slipped up beside them and slid an arm around Totsuka’s waist, guiding him gently towards the door.
“Sorry, Hasshi, maybe later.” Totsuka called, then called out his goodbyes, and his thank you, and thanks for the hard works to the bar staff.
Hashimoto watched the door close with a glare, as Kitayama tossed a wink and a smirk back over his shoulder as the door to the bar closed.
It was certain. He had an arch nemesis.
ributa - GO!
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(And this has inspired me to post something…)
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I am writing you a thing. From the FumitoxGocchi side of this AU
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It makes up for my depressing AU. >.< .