Furuya Satoru/Kominato Haruichi, Kominato Haruichi & Kominato Ryousuke, Daiya no Ace no tags, 758 words Remix of luckycricket33's furuharu fill
“I forbid it,” Ryousuke said. His arms were crossed and his brows were furrowed, lips pulled into a tight line. “There is no way in hell I’m going to let you step out in… that.”
Haruichi heaved a heavy sigh. After all the willpower he had to muster to put on this skirt, Ryousuke was going to stop him from wearing it? Honestly, he had just put it on! Haruichi turned to Furuya for support, but his teammate was only playing with the hem of his skirt, looking at it with intent eyes.
“Aniki, we have no choice,” Haruichi protested, knowing just how ridiculous he must have looked trying to fight for this plan with such a strange outfit on and his face bright red. “The team really needs more funds and—“
“Oh, I know why you’re doing it,” Ryousuke interrupted, leaning on the desk behind him. “I just don’t understand why it has to be you.”
Haruichi felt unbearably warm in this room. Goodness, for all the skin this outfit showed, it was really terrible at keeping Haruichi cool as he floundered for an explanation. “W-well,” Haruichi began. “Um—“
“Haruichi’s the most popular,” Furuya interjected.
Haruichi shot him a glare and Furuya just shrugged.
“Oh? Haruichi’s popular now, is he?” Ryousuke asked, shifting his arms so his hands were folded behind his back. “Even if he was the most popular choice for this, don’t you think the most popular one should be, ah, saved for better rewards? You can’t just present Haruichi like this when your fans are only giving you the bare minimum.” This conversation was getting more and more embarrassing as time when on. Haruichi just wanted to go to the photo shoot already and get this over with.
“Surely there’s someone better suited for a basic reward like this… like…” Ryousuke looked around the room. All the other players on their team immediately lowered their heads and looked away. Eijun started whistling a tune as he shuffled behind Furuya’s back. Haruichi could see Miyuki inching towards the door.
Right at that moment, Kuramochi let out a loud sneeze. Haruichi watched as Ryousuke turned over to Kuramochi and Kuramochi’s eyes widened with fear.
“Kuramochi,” Ryousuke said, his lips curling into a smile. “Thank you for volunteering.”
Kuramochi’s mouth fell open as he started to protest. ‘I—but, Ryou-san!” “What’s wrong, Kuramochi?” Ryousuke asked, tilting his head. “Don’t tell me you don’t have the confidence to wear something as simple as this.” “I definitely don’t!” Kuramochi said. “Besides, Haruichi is nowhere near my size! How will I—“
“These sound like petty excuses,” Ryousuke said, waving off Kuramochi. “I say Kuramochi should wear the outfit instead of Haruichi. Any objections?” The whole team went silent for a long moment and Haruichi fidgeted with his skirt a little bit. Goodness, this was already short enough on him. How could Kuramochi possibly…?
Furuya raised his hand slowly and all eyes fell on him. Even Haruichi looked surprised as Furuya began to speak, his cheeks slightly pink.
“I have an objection,” Furuya began.
Ryousuke raised his eyebrow. “Oh?” The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to drop ten degrees as Ryousuke fixed Furuya with a cold glare that threatened to smite him where he stood for daring to challenge Ryousuke. Haruichi really had to give Furuya credit for not passing out where he stood. “Well then, monster rookie, let’s hear it.”
“Haruichi should wear the outfit,” Furuya began. “He looks the most cute in it—cuter than Kuramochi-senpai. Also, he’d sell a lot more copies than Kuramochi-senpai, anyway. Using Haruichi would make more sense.” Furuya paused. “No offense, Kuramochi-senpai,” he added as an afterthought.
“Too late,” Kuramochi grumbled.
Ryousuke stared down Furuya for a moment longer before letting out a reluctant sigh. “You’re probably right,” he finally said, and Haruichi let out a relieved breath he didn’t know he was holding. “This outfit just would not be flattering on Kuramochi.”
“Can you guys leave my feelings out of this,” Kuramochi said.
“Fine, Haruichi can pose for pictures with that ridiculous get-up,” Ryousuke said. “As long as we double the prices for his pictures.”
“Man, if it was Kuramochi, we’d have to lower the prices,” Eijun muttered from behind Furuya. Kuramochi tackled Sawamura a moment later and Haruichi ignored them.
“Furuya-kun,” he said. “You didn’t have to—“
“It’s okay,” Furuya said with a shrug. “I like seeing you in that anyway.”
Haruichi felt warm all over, but he smiled despite his embarrassment. “Right back at you, Furuya-kun.”
FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T
no tags, 758 words
Remix of
“I forbid it,” Ryousuke said. His arms were crossed and his brows were furrowed, lips pulled into a tight line. “There is no way in hell I’m going to let you step out in… that.”
Haruichi heaved a heavy sigh. After all the willpower he had to muster to put on this skirt, Ryousuke was going to stop him from wearing it? Honestly, he had just put it on! Haruichi turned to Furuya for support, but his teammate was only playing with the hem of his skirt, looking at it with intent eyes.
“Aniki, we have no choice,” Haruichi protested, knowing just how ridiculous he must have looked trying to fight for this plan with such a strange outfit on and his face bright red. “The team really needs more funds and—“
“Oh, I know why you’re doing it,” Ryousuke interrupted, leaning on the desk behind him. “I just don’t understand why it has to be you.”
Haruichi felt unbearably warm in this room. Goodness, for all the skin this outfit showed, it was really terrible at keeping Haruichi cool as he floundered for an explanation. “W-well,” Haruichi began. “Um—“
“Haruichi’s the most popular,” Furuya interjected.
Haruichi shot him a glare and Furuya just shrugged.
“Oh? Haruichi’s popular now, is he?” Ryousuke asked, shifting his arms so his hands were folded behind his back. “Even if he was the most popular choice for this, don’t you think the most popular one should be, ah, saved for better rewards? You can’t just present Haruichi like this when your fans are only giving you the bare minimum.”
This conversation was getting more and more embarrassing as time when on. Haruichi just wanted to go to the photo shoot already and get this over with.
“Surely there’s someone better suited for a basic reward like this… like…” Ryousuke looked around the room. All the other players on their team immediately lowered their heads and looked away. Eijun started whistling a tune as he shuffled behind Furuya’s back. Haruichi could see Miyuki inching towards the door.
Right at that moment, Kuramochi let out a loud sneeze. Haruichi watched as Ryousuke turned over to Kuramochi and Kuramochi’s eyes widened with fear.
“Kuramochi,” Ryousuke said, his lips curling into a smile. “Thank you for volunteering.”
Kuramochi’s mouth fell open as he started to protest. ‘I—but, Ryou-san!”
“What’s wrong, Kuramochi?” Ryousuke asked, tilting his head. “Don’t tell me you don’t have the confidence to wear something as simple as this.”
“I definitely don’t!” Kuramochi said. “Besides, Haruichi is nowhere near my size! How will I—“
“These sound like petty excuses,” Ryousuke said, waving off Kuramochi. “I say Kuramochi should wear the outfit instead of Haruichi. Any objections?”
The whole team went silent for a long moment and Haruichi fidgeted with his skirt a little bit. Goodness, this was already short enough on him. How could Kuramochi possibly…?
Furuya raised his hand slowly and all eyes fell on him. Even Haruichi looked surprised as Furuya began to speak, his cheeks slightly pink.
“I have an objection,” Furuya began.
Ryousuke raised his eyebrow. “Oh?” The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to drop ten degrees as Ryousuke fixed Furuya with a cold glare that threatened to smite him where he stood for daring to challenge Ryousuke. Haruichi really had to give Furuya credit for not passing out where he stood. “Well then, monster rookie, let’s hear it.”
“Haruichi should wear the outfit,” Furuya began. “He looks the most cute in it—cuter than Kuramochi-senpai. Also, he’d sell a lot more copies than Kuramochi-senpai, anyway. Using Haruichi would make more sense.” Furuya paused. “No offense, Kuramochi-senpai,” he added as an afterthought.
“Too late,” Kuramochi grumbled.
Ryousuke stared down Furuya for a moment longer before letting out a reluctant sigh. “You’re probably right,” he finally said, and Haruichi let out a relieved breath he didn’t know he was holding. “This outfit just would not be flattering on Kuramochi.”
“Can you guys leave my feelings out of this,” Kuramochi said.
“Fine, Haruichi can pose for pictures with that ridiculous get-up,” Ryousuke said. “As long as we double the prices for his pictures.”
“Man, if it was Kuramochi, we’d have to lower the prices,” Eijun muttered from behind Furuya. Kuramochi tackled Sawamura a moment later and Haruichi ignored them.
“Furuya-kun,” he said. “You didn’t have to—“
“It’s okay,” Furuya said with a shrug. “I like seeing you in that anyway.”
Haruichi felt warm all over, but he smiled despite his embarrassment. “Right back at you, Furuya-kun.”