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writetomyheart2016-04-23 10:50 am
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[Team Three] untitled something
I think this is the beginning of a Takachii fic, so untitled for now until I write more. Posting early without much proofreading. Sorry.
I enjoy sinking my Christmas tree ship entirely too much.
“Seems that way at least.”
Takaki blinked, suddenly realizing that Chinen was sitting beside him on the couch and had been speaking to him. Probably for a solid five minutes or so. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Chinen rolled his eyes. “I said that Hikaru seems to be taking this breakup better than you, Mr. Mopey Pants.”
Takaki scowled. “Don’t give me weird nicknames. What if Daiki hears you? Then I’ll be stuck with it for life.” He scowled even more as Chinen only gave him a cheeky laugh in response.
“And I’m not moping,” Takaki added. “I’m just tired.”
Chinen gave him a skeptical once-over before rolling his eyes again. “Uh-huh. Sure. Tired for three solid weeks conveniently matching up with when you two break up? Riiiiiight.”
Maybe if he ignored Chinen, he would go away and stop prodding at sensitive subjects. He tilted his head away from Chinen to glance around the break room while they waited for the next magazine shoot. Everything looked business as usual, with everyone chatting or checking their phones. Just another typical day. Except that “typical” for the past year usually meant Takaki and Hikaru sitting close together in the corner of the room, whispering stories they only wanted to share with each other while their hands brushed together with light touches when no one else was paying attention.
But now they were sitting on opposite sides of the room. This was the new normal. At the moment, Hikaru was in an energetic conversation with Keito. Probably about music because Takaki could see the two of them miming chords with their fingers as if they were holding invisible instruments.
Takaki hated that he recognized some of the chords now even though he couldn’t play anything to save his life. He used to spend hours just watching Hikaru play the bass, would even sometimes sit and listen as Hikaru explained some of the chords to him.
Dammit, he was always too sentimental.
There was a sharp pain in his shoulder and he turned to realize Chinen had punched him. Normally, Chinen would be smirking at him, but instead he was frowning, worry wrinkling up his usually perfect forehead.
“Stop looking so sad,” Chinen said quietly. “I hate that look.”
Then in a blink, Chinen’s usual unserious demeanor returned as if nothing had happened. “You need a hobby.”
“I have—”
“The beach is not a hobby,” Chinen interrupted. “Try something new.”
Maybe Chinen was actually right because Takaki had too much free time lately. Too much time to reminisce and fret over mistakes. Too much time to dwell on something he needed to move past. They had broken up because they both wanted to be happy again.
So why isn’t he happy yet?
“You know…” Chinen began, interrupting his thoughts again, “I was thinking the other day that it might be fun to play basketball. But I don’t have anyone to play with. You’re pretty good at basketball, right? We should shoot some hoops together.” Chinen looked up at him with hopeful eyes. How could anyone say no to that?
“Sure,” he answered, “but you’re kinda short for basketball.”
He winced when Chinen punched him again.
“I can overcome any obstacle,” he declared with a confidence Takaki envied. “And so can you,” he added in a much quieter tone.
“Why are you of all people trying to give me life advice?”
Chinen laughed and gently patted the part of Takaki’s shoulder that was probably bruised now. “Ryosuke and Keito gave me a self-help book as a gag gift, but the joke’s on them because I actually read it!” He stood up without giving Takaki a chance to respond since the manager was gesturing at Chinen to take his turn for the photoshoot. “See you on the basketball court,” he added before bouncing away to work.
Alone again, Takaki glanced back over at Hikaru who was still engrossed in his conversation with Keito. Chinen was right. It was time to stop being sad and move on. Maybe it was time to play basketball.
He would probably need to buy some new shoes.
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elindar
I enjoy sinking my Christmas tree ship entirely too much.
“Seems that way at least.”
Takaki blinked, suddenly realizing that Chinen was sitting beside him on the couch and had been speaking to him. Probably for a solid five minutes or so. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Chinen rolled his eyes. “I said that Hikaru seems to be taking this breakup better than you, Mr. Mopey Pants.”
Takaki scowled. “Don’t give me weird nicknames. What if Daiki hears you? Then I’ll be stuck with it for life.” He scowled even more as Chinen only gave him a cheeky laugh in response.
“And I’m not moping,” Takaki added. “I’m just tired.”
Chinen gave him a skeptical once-over before rolling his eyes again. “Uh-huh. Sure. Tired for three solid weeks conveniently matching up with when you two break up? Riiiiiight.”
Maybe if he ignored Chinen, he would go away and stop prodding at sensitive subjects. He tilted his head away from Chinen to glance around the break room while they waited for the next magazine shoot. Everything looked business as usual, with everyone chatting or checking their phones. Just another typical day. Except that “typical” for the past year usually meant Takaki and Hikaru sitting close together in the corner of the room, whispering stories they only wanted to share with each other while their hands brushed together with light touches when no one else was paying attention.
But now they were sitting on opposite sides of the room. This was the new normal. At the moment, Hikaru was in an energetic conversation with Keito. Probably about music because Takaki could see the two of them miming chords with their fingers as if they were holding invisible instruments.
Takaki hated that he recognized some of the chords now even though he couldn’t play anything to save his life. He used to spend hours just watching Hikaru play the bass, would even sometimes sit and listen as Hikaru explained some of the chords to him.
Dammit, he was always too sentimental.
There was a sharp pain in his shoulder and he turned to realize Chinen had punched him. Normally, Chinen would be smirking at him, but instead he was frowning, worry wrinkling up his usually perfect forehead.
“Stop looking so sad,” Chinen said quietly. “I hate that look.”
Then in a blink, Chinen’s usual unserious demeanor returned as if nothing had happened. “You need a hobby.”
“I have—”
“The beach is not a hobby,” Chinen interrupted. “Try something new.”
Maybe Chinen was actually right because Takaki had too much free time lately. Too much time to reminisce and fret over mistakes. Too much time to dwell on something he needed to move past. They had broken up because they both wanted to be happy again.
So why isn’t he happy yet?
“You know…” Chinen began, interrupting his thoughts again, “I was thinking the other day that it might be fun to play basketball. But I don’t have anyone to play with. You’re pretty good at basketball, right? We should shoot some hoops together.” Chinen looked up at him with hopeful eyes. How could anyone say no to that?
“Sure,” he answered, “but you’re kinda short for basketball.”
He winced when Chinen punched him again.
“I can overcome any obstacle,” he declared with a confidence Takaki envied. “And so can you,” he added in a much quieter tone.
“Why are you of all people trying to give me life advice?”
Chinen laughed and gently patted the part of Takaki’s shoulder that was probably bruised now. “Ryosuke and Keito gave me a self-help book as a gag gift, but the joke’s on them because I actually read it!” He stood up without giving Takaki a chance to respond since the manager was gesturing at Chinen to take his turn for the photoshoot. “See you on the basketball court,” he added before bouncing away to work.
Alone again, Takaki glanced back over at Hikaru who was still engrossed in his conversation with Keito. Chinen was right. It was time to stop being sad and move on. Maybe it was time to play basketball.
He would probably need to buy some new shoes.
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elindar
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GIVE ME HIKATO TOO!no subject
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"“Ryosuke and Keito gave me a self-help book as a gag gift, but the joke’s on them because I actually read it!”"
LMAO. OH NO. Chinen + psychology is the worrrrrst why would you give him thaaaat.
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