[Team Four] Totally Left Field

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LJ won't let me post but oh it saved my time thing. It's whacked out. This is so ギリギリ and pointless tbh.

I am living in drama verses so here, have three of the Yowakutemo Katemasu guys in college. So... AU? I made a movie crossover by adding a female character from the movie [Kirishima, Bukatsu Yamerutteyo] named Sawashima Aya. She's played by Ohgo Suzuka and the character has a thing with the rooftop similar to what Shirao does in the drama. (I will write this fic expounding on this chracter parallels soon) Also Shirao = Nakajima Yuto, Akaiwa = Fukushi Souta, and Kamezawa = Kanata Hongo, if you need faces with names :D Tarumi is Arimura Kasumi btw, and Kamezawa wins in life by default (I'm kidding. Except maybe I'm not.).

It doesn't make sense, like a lot of things I write, but yeah.

Owning up to the events from last night and apologizing for his alcohol-enhanced stupidity was in order.

But first, he had to find a toilet to throw up into.
Or a sink.
Or a waste basket.
Or just something that wasn't his bedsheets, like wha he did last week.

"I want to say that 'I told you so', but your hangover's already doing that for me," his roommate Kamezawa said, peering at him from over the glasses he had on. He had a thick book open on his lap, and he tilted his chair on its back legs to watch his roommate dry-heave onto the sink.

"Screw you," he groaned out in response, splashing water on his face and reaching for the face towel.

"You are so gross. I thought you're smarter than this," Kamezawa sniffed, wrinkling his nose. "And yet you prove me wrong every time you arrive shit-faced and drunk."

"I'm reasonably smart! I still got into Keio despite everything!" Shirao argued before closing his eyes and leaning into the sink. "And I'm allowed to make mistakes!"

"But drinking that much even when finals are around the corner?" Kamezawa countered. "The least you could do is make sure it's your bed before throwing up, man."

"That was one time, Kamezawa," he groaned out. Another groan came from the bunched up blankets on the small couch in their living room. Kamezawa picked up his heavy book in alarm, standing up queitly and inching towards the couch.

"Shirao!" he hissed. "A burglar slept in our living room!"

The comforter moved, slipping away and uncovering the face of Kamezawa's schoolmate and his and Shirao's former baseball teammate.

"Akaiwa?! What are you doing here!" Kamezawa said. "I'm freeloading here because Shirao's using me, but why are you here?"

"Don't say it like that, people would misunderstand!" Shirao argued, blindly reaching for a face towel. "And to be fair, I wanted to help and I needed a roommate, and you happened to be friends with the girl I like."

Akaiwa sat up, then groaned and clutched his head. "It's too early for this," he said.

Kamezawa lowered his book and stared pointedly at the sun shining through their window. "It's noon."

Akaiwa blinked blearily at the window. "Is it?"

 Shirao sauntered into the living room jus then, drinking from a water bottle and pressing another cold one to Akaiwa's cheek. "Here, I think you'll need this."

"Thanks," Akaiwa said. Kamezawa sat down on the coffee table.

"What happened to you guys, anyway?" he asked his two (ridiculously tall) friends. "Shirao, why do you drink yourself to oblivion, and why is Akaiwa crashing here?"

The two of them busied themselves with drinking their water and Kamezawa narrowed his eyes before picking up his phone.

"That's it, I'm calling the cops," he said.

Akaiwa blinked. "What?" he said in confusion.

"I will not approve in harboring Akaiwa's runaway butt in here," Kamezawa declared. "Even if this is technically Shirao's apartment, I think I still get a say in this."

"Come on, Kamezawa," Shirao said.

"I'm kidding, I'm calling Tarumi-san," he said.

"No don't do that!!!" Akaiwa and Shirao said in unison. Kamezawa raised an eyebrow at their reaction.

"Start talking," he said.

"It's my fault," Shirao glumly said.

"It usually is, but what is it this time?" Kamezawa said. Shirao glared at him before hanging his head.

"I kissed her," he mumbled.

"What?" he said.

"...I kissed Sawashima-san," Shirao said.

"WHAT?!" Kamezawa and Akaiwa said at the same time.

Kamezawa turned to Akaiwa. "Wait, why are you acting surprised, weren't you with him?"

Akaiwa shook his head. "He called me... wait, drunk-dialed was probably the right term. Anyway, he called me and he was crying, and I figured I should go pick him up," he said defensively. "I ended up drinking with him."

"Next time, please try asking the important details first," Kamezawa sighed. He turned to Shirao and whacked him on the head with the pillow.

"Ow! Hangover!" he whimpered, clutching his head.

"You deserved that," Kamezawa replied.

"...You're right," Shirao groaned out. "I screwed up. Big time."

"Well at least you know that," he said.  He stood up and scrolled down his phone's contact list.

"Are you still going to call Tarumi?" Akaiwa said hesitantly.

"Nah, I'm calling Aya-chan," Kamezawa said, putting the phone on speaker.

"What?" Shirao said in horror. "Kamezawa--!"

"Hello?" a voice said. Shirao and Akaiwa both froze.

"Aya-chan?" Kamezawa said pleasantly.

"Kamezawa-kun...?" the voice said. "Sensei said the practice was moved, right?"

"This isn't about orchestra practice," he said. "My friend here wants to talk to you."

"Eh?"

“Uh,” Shirao said brilliantly. Akaiwa and Kamezawa put their faces in their hands.

“…Shirao-kun,” she said. He stared at Kamezawa’s phone before suddenly bowing in front of it.

“Sawashima-san, I’m so sorry!” he said. “I shouldn’t have pushed my feelings on you like that in that state!”

Silence.

“Are you sorry you did it?” she asked.

Shirao looked up and met his friends’ confused gazes. He stared at the screen displaying “Sawashima Aya” and her picture before closing his eyes, remembering last night’s messy confession.


Through the haze of alcohol he could remember bits and pieces.

A party. Stupid college parties at some random acquaintance’s place.

Finding her there, of all the places.

Sneaking out to the balcony together, getting away from all the smoke and the people and white noise.

Finding the stairs to the rooftop.

A blurted confession fueled by alcohol and liquid courage, silence, and a tentative kiss.

Warm lips that tasted of cheap college-mixed cocktails and cherry lip balm.

The clearest memory was the way her lips felt against his, his arms loose around her waist, her hands in fists at his shirt and
how he thought he felt her kiss back.


“No,” he said clearly.

Silence.

“Then you don’t have to say sorry,” she said.

“…Really?” he said,

“I wouldn’t have kissed you back if I didn’t want you to kiss me,” she said. Kamezawa and Akaiwa whooped and gave each other high fives as Shirao sighed out in relief, letting out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“…wait, am I on speaker?” she said.

“…hello, Aya-chan,” Kamezawa sheepishly said.

“Shirao-kun?” she said.

“Y-yes?” he said nervously.

“You have to make up for my supposedly private confession then,” she said. “I’ll be waiting by the Hachiko statue after orchestra practice.”

“O-okay,” he replied. “I’ll be waiting for you there.”

“I’ll see you there.”

He could hear the smile that must have been on her lips and he grinned, even as the call ended.


“…Well that went well,” Kamezawa said conversationally.

“Somebody just got a date,” Akaiwa added, continuing in the same tone.

Shirao smiled at both of them, too happy to care. “Shut up.”


*weakly passes the baton to ltgmars *