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[Team two] Genuine
Sorry for not writing for so long! I was so excited that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowqueenofhoth wrote HiHi Jets fic recently that I got inspired to write some HashiMizu too XD
“Thank you,” Hashimoto says quietly, his smile sheepish but warm, and Mizuki hates how that expression gets him every time. They’re alone in the dressing room now; the others, in a rare fit of tact, seem to have realized that they wanted to talk alone, and have vacated quickly in favor of meeting up with a few members of Bishounen and 7Men for dinner, and so, in the strictest sense, Mizuki doesn’t really have any specific need to be cagey with his feelings… and yet somehow, voicing what he’s thinking feels as insurmountable as always, despite the fact that Hashimoto has been one of his best friends for more than ten years and his boyfriend for almost four. And so, “For what?” he finds himself mumbling, even though he knows exactly what Hashimoto is talking about.
“Eh?” Hashimoto responds, looking genuinely confused— always sincere, Mizuki assumes he must think that Mizuki genuinely doesn’t know (and fuck him for being so pure that he makes Mizuki feel like something out of a teen romance manga even now, after all the years they’ve been together). He tries to find a witty response, but comes up dry amidst the warm fuzzy feelings Hashimoto’s admittedly cute confused expression always gives him (when it’s not making him want to throw his hands in the air and ask any divine force that might exist how one person could possibly be so stupid, that is), and ends up pouting instead with a shrug.
Hashimoto pauses, waiting longer than might be normal for a response, as if he has no understanding of what it might be like to have the mental capacity to come up with a response in a timely fashion, before finally adding, “You know… for saying all those nice things about me earlier. And for getting all the questions in the quiz about me right,” with a sheepish laugh. His face is angled slightly away from Mizuki in what must be embarrassment, but he’s looking at Mizuki out of the corner of his eye with a genuine warmth that makes it somehow even harder for Mizuki to be honest about his feelings.
“I didn’t get them all right,” he replies, intentionally missing the point. “I didn’t guess who Johnny-san said you were similar to correctly.” He purses his lips, also looking away— he knows Hashimoto will see right through him, just as he always does, but somehow, he can’t stop himself, and so they do this dance yet again, pretty much every day. He’s lucky, he knows, that Hashimoto doesn’t get annoyed with it, but he supposes that’s what being compatible means— there are a lot of things that Hashimoto does that might frustrate someone else, the fact that he can’t seem to remember facts or lyrics or choreography for more than a few minutes or the fact that it takes him hours to contemplate the solution to simple issues that would take the average person maybe a few minutes, but to Mizuki, they’re certainly eye-roll-worthy but also an integral part of what makes Hashimoto the person he loves.
Which, he supposes, all ties back into the situation at hand, since, for one of the YouTube videos they’d recorded today, the game had been to answer trivia questions that Hashimoto had written about himself. Of course Mizuki had the upper hand— he’d known Hashimoto for nearly twice as long as any of the rest of them, not to mention that at this point they’d probably spent less time apart than together if you added up all of the hours rehearsing and filming and onstage over the past decade plus the dates and outings and time spent in one another’s presence doing tasks that somehow seemed less boring or unpleasant if they were together since dating— and aside from that, he hates losing. In fact, his hatred of losing seems to have overcome his hatred of being straightforward about his feelings, because when it had come down to the last question where they were to receive one point for each compliment they wrote about Hashimoto, Mizuki hadn’t held back when normally, he would probably have died from embarrassment having to talk about a single item on the list of praise he’d come up with while in the same room as Hashimoto. It had really been the icing on the embarrassing cake, but at the same time, even as tsundere as he was, he certainly wasn’t going to take back anything that he’d said— while it’s not as if he’d have lied to win normally, he especially could never have thrown Hashimoto’s dignity under the bus just for some YouTube video. He’d meant every word he said… but somehow he had been hoping that Hashimoto would just be quietly happy about it and not bring it up later.
But he supposes that wasn’t in Hashimoto’s character, and so he isn’t surprised when Hashimoto frowns and replies, “Well… that’s not what I mean… and I mean, you still won…” He’s admittedly cute when he makes that expression, brow furrowed as he thinks hard about something that would certainly not require anywhere near as much effort for a normal person, and Mizuki can already feel himself softening when Hashimoto adds, “And I mean… you said all those things about me, and…”
“I know, I know, I’m the best boyfriend on the face of the planet and you’re extremely lucky to have me,” Mizuki cuts him off, trying to move the situation in a more joking, casual direction. Perhaps it’s underhanded, or unfair to Hashimoto, who is clearly trying to have an earnest conversation, but even here alone, it’s too much for Mizuki to deal with. So, “Now can we please hurry up and go home? I’m fucking starving,” he adds, suddenly hurrying up to shove his stuff in his bag and turn towards the door.
“Ah— yeah, of course. I’ll make you something for dinner if you want,” Hashimoto agrees, and Mizuki thinks he’s home clear. But before he can spend too long being thankful that Hashimoto is easily distracted, his plan is foiled when Hashimoto continues, “But… really… I mean it. I was really happy to hear all those things… and that my prediction was right and you came in first place.”
“Really? But Yuto didn’t get second so you didn’t get to eat the prize,” Mizuki shoots back easily, determined to avoid an honest conversation as if his life depends on it. Frankly, sometimes he even feels frustrated with himself that he seems totally incapable of speaking genuinely with the person who probably knows him the best in the whole world, arguably better than even his family. It just feels like a survival instinct somehow, a gut reaction that no matter what, having to say his feelings earnestly must be avoided at all costs. It’s something that he tries to work on, and he has gotten better at speaking candidly in magazine interviews and at times when they’re not face to face, as well as being earnest about other members of the group, but somehow, when it comes to Hashimoto, it feels as if the vulnerability of being honest is still too much to bear.
He knows Hashimoto knows this though, and can read him better than basically anyone else in the world, so he’s praying that he’ll just let it go for now, at least until they’re alone together in a safer space to speak privately than an agency dressing room, but Hashimoto only frowns again before replying, “Well I mean… that doesn’t matter to me. It just… it feels good that you know me best.”
It seems generally par for the course with Hashimoto, but there’s a sudden bittersweet note at the end of his sentence, and then he looks down in a way that’s not what Mizuki was expecting. The sudden shift in mood makes Mizuki’s heart flipflop in his chest before he has a chance to get a hold of himself, and then, “Hey, what are you suddenly getting depressed about, then?” is rolling off his tongue before he can stop it.
“…Nothing… it’s just…” Hashimoto starts, biting his lip and looking in the opposite direction. It’s unlike him, and Mizuki is starting to feel seriously worried when he finishes, “…it’s just… I did seriously awful at your quiz… and… I mean… I guess… I don’t want you to feel like I don’t care the same way about you.”
Mizuki is shocked at the sudden revelation, mostly because it was literally the farthest thing from his mind— he’d known when he made the questions that they weren’t the type of information that Hashimoto would be likely to guess or remember, and honestly, Hashimoto is, in general, so terrible at quizzes that Mizuki wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d failed even if the questions had been easier. And so he lets out a laugh and replies, “Seriously? You were worrying about that?”
Hashimoto looks back at him finally, which is a relief, but he frowns, his brow furrowed again. “I mean… yeah? As your boyfriend? Like… I mean… right?” And Mizuki can’t help but laugh again as his expression gets more and more vexed, because of course Hashimoto would get himself confused over something like this.
And so he rolls his eyes lovingly and moves closer to shove Hashimoto gently, shaking his head. “Shut up, stupid, don’t hurt yourself thinking too hard,” he shoots back in a playful tone before leaning in to kiss him briefly. He definitely is not looking to start anything here, especially not when they’re about to go home and have the rest of the evening to themselves, but when, in that moment, he feels Hashimoto relax just a little against his lips, he knows that all is right in the world.
“After all,” he continues once he pulls back, schooling his expression into a playfully cocky grin, “what would I do without my handsome, caring, hardworking boyfriend to cook me dinner?” He can feel his cheeks heating up, but he doesn’t let his smile waver, and when he sees Hashimoto’s face light up in the most beautiful, genuine grin he’s ever seen in return, he gets the feeling that maybe the YouTube quiz isn’t the only thing he’s succeeded at today.
Your turn,dusk037!
snowqueenofhoth wrote HiHi Jets fic recently that I got inspired to write some HashiMizu too XD“Thank you,” Hashimoto says quietly, his smile sheepish but warm, and Mizuki hates how that expression gets him every time. They’re alone in the dressing room now; the others, in a rare fit of tact, seem to have realized that they wanted to talk alone, and have vacated quickly in favor of meeting up with a few members of Bishounen and 7Men for dinner, and so, in the strictest sense, Mizuki doesn’t really have any specific need to be cagey with his feelings… and yet somehow, voicing what he’s thinking feels as insurmountable as always, despite the fact that Hashimoto has been one of his best friends for more than ten years and his boyfriend for almost four. And so, “For what?” he finds himself mumbling, even though he knows exactly what Hashimoto is talking about.
“Eh?” Hashimoto responds, looking genuinely confused— always sincere, Mizuki assumes he must think that Mizuki genuinely doesn’t know (and fuck him for being so pure that he makes Mizuki feel like something out of a teen romance manga even now, after all the years they’ve been together). He tries to find a witty response, but comes up dry amidst the warm fuzzy feelings Hashimoto’s admittedly cute confused expression always gives him (when it’s not making him want to throw his hands in the air and ask any divine force that might exist how one person could possibly be so stupid, that is), and ends up pouting instead with a shrug.
Hashimoto pauses, waiting longer than might be normal for a response, as if he has no understanding of what it might be like to have the mental capacity to come up with a response in a timely fashion, before finally adding, “You know… for saying all those nice things about me earlier. And for getting all the questions in the quiz about me right,” with a sheepish laugh. His face is angled slightly away from Mizuki in what must be embarrassment, but he’s looking at Mizuki out of the corner of his eye with a genuine warmth that makes it somehow even harder for Mizuki to be honest about his feelings.
“I didn’t get them all right,” he replies, intentionally missing the point. “I didn’t guess who Johnny-san said you were similar to correctly.” He purses his lips, also looking away— he knows Hashimoto will see right through him, just as he always does, but somehow, he can’t stop himself, and so they do this dance yet again, pretty much every day. He’s lucky, he knows, that Hashimoto doesn’t get annoyed with it, but he supposes that’s what being compatible means— there are a lot of things that Hashimoto does that might frustrate someone else, the fact that he can’t seem to remember facts or lyrics or choreography for more than a few minutes or the fact that it takes him hours to contemplate the solution to simple issues that would take the average person maybe a few minutes, but to Mizuki, they’re certainly eye-roll-worthy but also an integral part of what makes Hashimoto the person he loves.
Which, he supposes, all ties back into the situation at hand, since, for one of the YouTube videos they’d recorded today, the game had been to answer trivia questions that Hashimoto had written about himself. Of course Mizuki had the upper hand— he’d known Hashimoto for nearly twice as long as any of the rest of them, not to mention that at this point they’d probably spent less time apart than together if you added up all of the hours rehearsing and filming and onstage over the past decade plus the dates and outings and time spent in one another’s presence doing tasks that somehow seemed less boring or unpleasant if they were together since dating— and aside from that, he hates losing. In fact, his hatred of losing seems to have overcome his hatred of being straightforward about his feelings, because when it had come down to the last question where they were to receive one point for each compliment they wrote about Hashimoto, Mizuki hadn’t held back when normally, he would probably have died from embarrassment having to talk about a single item on the list of praise he’d come up with while in the same room as Hashimoto. It had really been the icing on the embarrassing cake, but at the same time, even as tsundere as he was, he certainly wasn’t going to take back anything that he’d said— while it’s not as if he’d have lied to win normally, he especially could never have thrown Hashimoto’s dignity under the bus just for some YouTube video. He’d meant every word he said… but somehow he had been hoping that Hashimoto would just be quietly happy about it and not bring it up later.
But he supposes that wasn’t in Hashimoto’s character, and so he isn’t surprised when Hashimoto frowns and replies, “Well… that’s not what I mean… and I mean, you still won…” He’s admittedly cute when he makes that expression, brow furrowed as he thinks hard about something that would certainly not require anywhere near as much effort for a normal person, and Mizuki can already feel himself softening when Hashimoto adds, “And I mean… you said all those things about me, and…”
“I know, I know, I’m the best boyfriend on the face of the planet and you’re extremely lucky to have me,” Mizuki cuts him off, trying to move the situation in a more joking, casual direction. Perhaps it’s underhanded, or unfair to Hashimoto, who is clearly trying to have an earnest conversation, but even here alone, it’s too much for Mizuki to deal with. So, “Now can we please hurry up and go home? I’m fucking starving,” he adds, suddenly hurrying up to shove his stuff in his bag and turn towards the door.
“Ah— yeah, of course. I’ll make you something for dinner if you want,” Hashimoto agrees, and Mizuki thinks he’s home clear. But before he can spend too long being thankful that Hashimoto is easily distracted, his plan is foiled when Hashimoto continues, “But… really… I mean it. I was really happy to hear all those things… and that my prediction was right and you came in first place.”
“Really? But Yuto didn’t get second so you didn’t get to eat the prize,” Mizuki shoots back easily, determined to avoid an honest conversation as if his life depends on it. Frankly, sometimes he even feels frustrated with himself that he seems totally incapable of speaking genuinely with the person who probably knows him the best in the whole world, arguably better than even his family. It just feels like a survival instinct somehow, a gut reaction that no matter what, having to say his feelings earnestly must be avoided at all costs. It’s something that he tries to work on, and he has gotten better at speaking candidly in magazine interviews and at times when they’re not face to face, as well as being earnest about other members of the group, but somehow, when it comes to Hashimoto, it feels as if the vulnerability of being honest is still too much to bear.
He knows Hashimoto knows this though, and can read him better than basically anyone else in the world, so he’s praying that he’ll just let it go for now, at least until they’re alone together in a safer space to speak privately than an agency dressing room, but Hashimoto only frowns again before replying, “Well I mean… that doesn’t matter to me. It just… it feels good that you know me best.”
It seems generally par for the course with Hashimoto, but there’s a sudden bittersweet note at the end of his sentence, and then he looks down in a way that’s not what Mizuki was expecting. The sudden shift in mood makes Mizuki’s heart flipflop in his chest before he has a chance to get a hold of himself, and then, “Hey, what are you suddenly getting depressed about, then?” is rolling off his tongue before he can stop it.
“…Nothing… it’s just…” Hashimoto starts, biting his lip and looking in the opposite direction. It’s unlike him, and Mizuki is starting to feel seriously worried when he finishes, “…it’s just… I did seriously awful at your quiz… and… I mean… I guess… I don’t want you to feel like I don’t care the same way about you.”
Mizuki is shocked at the sudden revelation, mostly because it was literally the farthest thing from his mind— he’d known when he made the questions that they weren’t the type of information that Hashimoto would be likely to guess or remember, and honestly, Hashimoto is, in general, so terrible at quizzes that Mizuki wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d failed even if the questions had been easier. And so he lets out a laugh and replies, “Seriously? You were worrying about that?”
Hashimoto looks back at him finally, which is a relief, but he frowns, his brow furrowed again. “I mean… yeah? As your boyfriend? Like… I mean… right?” And Mizuki can’t help but laugh again as his expression gets more and more vexed, because of course Hashimoto would get himself confused over something like this.
And so he rolls his eyes lovingly and moves closer to shove Hashimoto gently, shaking his head. “Shut up, stupid, don’t hurt yourself thinking too hard,” he shoots back in a playful tone before leaning in to kiss him briefly. He definitely is not looking to start anything here, especially not when they’re about to go home and have the rest of the evening to themselves, but when, in that moment, he feels Hashimoto relax just a little against his lips, he knows that all is right in the world.
“After all,” he continues once he pulls back, schooling his expression into a playfully cocky grin, “what would I do without my handsome, caring, hardworking boyfriend to cook me dinner?” He can feel his cheeks heating up, but he doesn’t let his smile waver, and when he sees Hashimoto’s face light up in the most beautiful, genuine grin he’s ever seen in return, he gets the feeling that maybe the YouTube quiz isn’t the only thing he’s succeeded at today.
Your turn,
dusk037!
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Who's the dumb one now, Mizuki? Just say you're welcome and you love him too. XD
I love how he FINALLY manages to say something nice at the end and it's such a struggle and he's so embarrassed and Ryo is just so HAPPY. Cuuuuuuuuute. ♥