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[Team SONIC] Here to stay
Do we want to call this Buttmarks AU? lol
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mousapelli for this one.
Starting word from here.
“Closer.” Fukazawa demanded.
Sakuma whined, “Why? Shouldn’t you be able to see it by now?”
“It’s tiny. Well, I guess in that way it goes well with the rest of you.” Watanabe added and squinted. “But it’s there. Hikaru wasn’t just seeing things.”
“Hey!”
Fukazawa rubbed his eyes. “Next time you ask me to verify this stuff, tell me to put in my contacts first, geez. Also I can’t believe I just spent a whole minute staring intently at your butt.”
Watanabe smacked said butt and then moved away as well. “There’s worse things to do.” Then he raised his eyebrow. “But wait a minute, how’d Hikaru find that in the first place?”
“Unimportant details.” Iwamoto coughed and went back to packing his bag.
Raising their eyebrows in unison, Fukazawa and Watanabe looked at their friend. “Uh huh.”
Sakuma - unphased by what was going on behind him - pulled his pants up again. His mark was located by his tailbone, low enough to be covered by his pants but also too high to really considered to be really on his butt. It was a pair of wings made up of a scatter of different sized snowflakes, thus matching Miyadate, Watanabe and Iwamoto.
“One more, huh.” Miyadate looked at Watanabe, as the other joined him by their makeup table again, leaving Fukazawa to pester Iwamoto. “I guess this is going somewhere.”
“Just like Ikki uhm, went somewhere?” Abe spoke up.
“Stop being so negative, you.” Miyadate reprimanded the youngest member in their group. “I’m sure Johnny-san did that with a reason. He always does stuff for a reason.”
That credo gets a lot more difficult to believe in when they find themselves down an additional two members just when they thought that their group was going somewhere. Hot Snow had just gone through post-production when Nozawa approached Watanabe and Miyadate and told them that he and Sanada were going to be appearing in Waratte Iitomo, under a different unit name. Watanabe’s hand had wandered to his hip automatically while Miyadate had voiced the question straight out. Nozawa had shaken his head.
“Nothing. Sanada doesn’t have one either.”
“Oh.” It had slipped out before either of them had been able to stop it. And when Nozawa walked off again, Miyadate and Watanabe shared a look.
It was the first time that accepting something was hard. Nozawa had been their friend for so long and they had been happy when Sanada and Nozawa had been added to their previous group to form Mis Snow Man but now it seemed that they were to go separate ways again and not just in terms of university - Watanabe and Miyadate had managed to get into the same, Nozawa had decided to go to a different one.
The loss of Nozawa and Sanada didn’t just bring sadness to them though.
“Look!” Sakuma pointed out when they were about to come out of the shower, pressed close against the others inside, he hadn’t noticed it before. “Fukka’s!”
Iwamoto leaned over to get a closer look. Then, with an amused grin, he looked at Fukazawa and commented, “Figures you’d go all out, oh oldest one. So special.”
“Eh? What is it?” Fukazawa asked and then followed Sakuma’s and Iwamoto’s line of sight. “No shit, really?” He tried to crane his neck but it was impossible for him to see. Despite Iwamoto’s and Sakuma’s helpful pointing and poking. “Stop poking my butt you perverts!”
“Looking at Fukka’s, do you guys think we can keep our name?” Abe asked. “Although I guess that doesn’t really have to do anything with it. Just. Wondering. I mean...Kisumai fits, too.”
“What /is/ it? Can somebody please give a guy some more information here? Come on!” Fukazawa whined. “It’s on my body, I have a right to know what it is! Since Abe-chan said it’s a group thing, I assume there’s at least one snowflake?”
“It’s a snowman. And a snowflake, yeah.” Iwamoto said and turned Fukazawa around so that there was a mirror behind the other so Fukazawa could see the mark. “You have a snowman and a snowflake on your ass.”
“One of us had to end up with a weird mark.” Sakuma snickered.
“I’ll show you weird, you weirdo! Try and say that again!” Fukazawa hollered and got Sakuma into a headlock, mussing up the other’s still wet hair but his expression was happy as he did it. He’d found the place where he belonged after all. It had been hard on Fukazawa before, when one after the other, the other members of what used to be J.J.Express had left with their marks starting to show, some matching and some not.
Watanabe crossed his arms. “Our name, huh.”
They did ending up keeping their name, well sort of. At first it looked like they were going to lose it. Along with another one of their members. The loss - or well, temporary loss - of Abe had them nameless for quite a while but they had stayed together somehow. Miyadate especially, would sometimes place his hand over his mark and then look around the changing room to catch glimpses of the others, as if to reassure himself of his place, their place.
And then, suddenly, their marks seemed to grow darker and more intense. Especially Iwamoto’s. “We’re moving forward.” The other had come into their changing room that morning with a determined expression on his face.
“What do you mean? What about-...” Sakuma started but then let his question trail off.
“He got one, too. And it matches.” Iwamoto had said simply and then put down his bag and started to get ready for the day. He didn’t need to say more. They all knew what that meant.
Later that night, Miyadate was tracing the fine lines on Watanabe’s hip, a lot easier to make out now than before. “They’re here to stay, huh?” Watanabe whispered softly.
“Looks like it.” Miyadate hummed in reply. “Looks like the buttmarks are here to stay.”
Watanabe laughed softly, “Fantastic.”
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“Closer.” Fukazawa demanded.
Sakuma whined, “Why? Shouldn’t you be able to see it by now?”
“It’s tiny. Well, I guess in that way it goes well with the rest of you.” Watanabe added and squinted. “But it’s there. Hikaru wasn’t just seeing things.”
“Hey!”
Fukazawa rubbed his eyes. “Next time you ask me to verify this stuff, tell me to put in my contacts first, geez. Also I can’t believe I just spent a whole minute staring intently at your butt.”
Watanabe smacked said butt and then moved away as well. “There’s worse things to do.” Then he raised his eyebrow. “But wait a minute, how’d Hikaru find that in the first place?”
“Unimportant details.” Iwamoto coughed and went back to packing his bag.
Raising their eyebrows in unison, Fukazawa and Watanabe looked at their friend. “Uh huh.”
Sakuma - unphased by what was going on behind him - pulled his pants up again. His mark was located by his tailbone, low enough to be covered by his pants but also too high to really considered to be really on his butt. It was a pair of wings made up of a scatter of different sized snowflakes, thus matching Miyadate, Watanabe and Iwamoto.
“One more, huh.” Miyadate looked at Watanabe, as the other joined him by their makeup table again, leaving Fukazawa to pester Iwamoto. “I guess this is going somewhere.”
“Just like Ikki uhm, went somewhere?” Abe spoke up.
“Stop being so negative, you.” Miyadate reprimanded the youngest member in their group. “I’m sure Johnny-san did that with a reason. He always does stuff for a reason.”
That credo gets a lot more difficult to believe in when they find themselves down an additional two members just when they thought that their group was going somewhere. Hot Snow had just gone through post-production when Nozawa approached Watanabe and Miyadate and told them that he and Sanada were going to be appearing in Waratte Iitomo, under a different unit name. Watanabe’s hand had wandered to his hip automatically while Miyadate had voiced the question straight out. Nozawa had shaken his head.
“Nothing. Sanada doesn’t have one either.”
“Oh.” It had slipped out before either of them had been able to stop it. And when Nozawa walked off again, Miyadate and Watanabe shared a look.
It was the first time that accepting something was hard. Nozawa had been their friend for so long and they had been happy when Sanada and Nozawa had been added to their previous group to form Mis Snow Man but now it seemed that they were to go separate ways again and not just in terms of university - Watanabe and Miyadate had managed to get into the same, Nozawa had decided to go to a different one.
The loss of Nozawa and Sanada didn’t just bring sadness to them though.
“Look!” Sakuma pointed out when they were about to come out of the shower, pressed close against the others inside, he hadn’t noticed it before. “Fukka’s!”
Iwamoto leaned over to get a closer look. Then, with an amused grin, he looked at Fukazawa and commented, “Figures you’d go all out, oh oldest one. So special.”
“Eh? What is it?” Fukazawa asked and then followed Sakuma’s and Iwamoto’s line of sight. “No shit, really?” He tried to crane his neck but it was impossible for him to see. Despite Iwamoto’s and Sakuma’s helpful pointing and poking. “Stop poking my butt you perverts!”
“Looking at Fukka’s, do you guys think we can keep our name?” Abe asked. “Although I guess that doesn’t really have to do anything with it. Just. Wondering. I mean...Kisumai fits, too.”
“What /is/ it? Can somebody please give a guy some more information here? Come on!” Fukazawa whined. “It’s on my body, I have a right to know what it is! Since Abe-chan said it’s a group thing, I assume there’s at least one snowflake?”
“It’s a snowman. And a snowflake, yeah.” Iwamoto said and turned Fukazawa around so that there was a mirror behind the other so Fukazawa could see the mark. “You have a snowman and a snowflake on your ass.”
“One of us had to end up with a weird mark.” Sakuma snickered.
“I’ll show you weird, you weirdo! Try and say that again!” Fukazawa hollered and got Sakuma into a headlock, mussing up the other’s still wet hair but his expression was happy as he did it. He’d found the place where he belonged after all. It had been hard on Fukazawa before, when one after the other, the other members of what used to be J.J.Express had left with their marks starting to show, some matching and some not.
Watanabe crossed his arms. “Our name, huh.”
They did ending up keeping their name, well sort of. At first it looked like they were going to lose it. Along with another one of their members. The loss - or well, temporary loss - of Abe had them nameless for quite a while but they had stayed together somehow. Miyadate especially, would sometimes place his hand over his mark and then look around the changing room to catch glimpses of the others, as if to reassure himself of his place, their place.
And then, suddenly, their marks seemed to grow darker and more intense. Especially Iwamoto’s. “We’re moving forward.” The other had come into their changing room that morning with a determined expression on his face.
“What do you mean? What about-...” Sakuma started but then let his question trail off.
“He got one, too. And it matches.” Iwamoto had said simply and then put down his bag and started to get ready for the day. He didn’t need to say more. They all knew what that meant.
Later that night, Miyadate was tracing the fine lines on Watanabe’s hip, a lot easier to make out now than before. “They’re here to stay, huh?” Watanabe whispered softly.
“Looks like it.” Miyadate hummed in reply. “Looks like the buttmarks are here to stay.”
Watanabe laughed softly, “Fantastic.”
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Abe-chan ♥
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\o/ ♥
Abe-chan
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But yeah. Kind of bittersweet. Things work out the way they probably should, but... aww.
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but ahhh the end <3 they're moving forward indeed~ <3