no major content warnings, 2000 wc. didnt check for typos... >___> sorry.. ina dvance... DIES
Izuki Shun stumbles, crashes, and falls into Moriyama’s life. Literally.
Literally, as in Moriyama is innocently strolling through the library aisles, weaving in and out between bookshelves in hot pursuit of some crazy physics textbook he knows he’ll never be able to decipher, when Izuki Shun appears from behind a corner and unintentionally catapults himself and more than a couple of joke books into Moriyama’s arms. He thinks there is likely a scientific explanation behind this. Inertia, maybe. Perpetual motion, or something.
And then he accidentally looks into Izuki Shun’s eyes and thinks, oh. Maybe it’s fate.
Maybe when Izuki Shun catapulted himself into Moriyama’s arms, he also managed to utilize scientific laws of motion or however true love works to catapult himself into Moriyama’s heart as well. It’s fate. Meant to be. Moriyama wonders if this is the start of something new and beautiful.
Except, you know, fate is cruel and terrible and not at all like the television shows make it out to be. Which is why Moriyama Yoshitaka’s tongue is tied and he fails to suavely mention the idea of soulmates to Izuki Shun while he is introducing himself as a second year in the Mathematics department and an aspiring calendar maker.
“Calendar maker,” Moriyama says faintly.
“Yeah,” Izuki replies with a blinding smile that Moriyama thinks might be illegal in multiple prefectures of Japan. “With a pun for every week. Punce a week.”
“Puns,” Moriyama says faintly.
“Puns,” Izuki echoes with another smile, and Moriyama wonders distantly if it’s too late to play dead to get out of this unfortunate event in his life. “They’re punderful.”
You’re pun-derful, Moriyama cannot say out loud. Your word games are playing games with my heart, he cannot vocalize.
Izuki Shun stumbles, crashes, and falls into Moriyama’s life and the only resonating thought he can manage to grapple his hands around is oh, oh, I am positively screwed.
-
“Let’s say hypothetically,” Moriyama says loudly when he and Kasamatsu are the only ones remaining in the locker room, “that a very handsome guy falls in love with someone else who is perhaps too beautiful for this world—”
“God,” Kasamatsu says quietly.
“I appreciate that you think I’m holy and otherworldly but I’m merely your best friend, not a god.” Moriyama flashes a winning smile that Kasamatsu is very tired of, evidently.
“And you wonder why you’re single,” replies Kasamatsu in a very prickly, hedgehog-y, Kasamatsu fashion.
“Not for long,” Moriyama says. “I mean—not for long, for this hypothetical handsome guy that I hypothetically know. A distant cousin.”
“Okay. Your distant cousin.”
“Yes, my distant cousin is very handsome, suave, smooth; he’s the type of guy that everyone else is inwardly and inherently envious of.”
“Right.”
“And while he is all of those things and more, he might have fallen in love with this beautiful person with a smile brighter than that terribly bright lightbulb in our Japanese Literature classroom—”
Kasamatsu snorts.
“—and he acts like a fool around this person. For instance, they met, and my cousin was unable to utter coherent sentences while being taken with this unfairly beautiful person.”
“Right.”
“I would obviously like to give my cousin the best advice possible.”
“Right.”
“And I realize you’re just as single and lonely and pitifully sad but marginally less handsome than I am but I figured as my friend—”
“…Right.”
“—you would help me figure out how to ask Izuki Shun out on a date.”
“Right.” Kasamatsu looks at the ceiling like he is seeking holy introspection. “Wait, Izuki Shun?”
Moriyama belatedly realizes he screwed himself over and stares very pointedly at Kasamatsu, lips pursed into a faint frown as he tries to figure out if he would be envious of his fake hypothetically distant cousin if said cousin also had a crush on Izuki.
“He’s friends with Nakamura.”
“Izuki is an angel,” Moriyama says quietly to himself. “Truly a saint.”
“Anyway,” Kasamatsu cuts in, “Kise knows him too. He seems nice and he says embarrassing things out loud. I’m sure you’ll get along. Wish you well with your budding romance.”
Moriyama picks up his gym bag and swings it on his shoulder, jumping up and onto his feet with a flourish. Why, he thinks it's incredibly unfair that he’s the only one who’s never seen or heard of Izuki until recently. He figures it’s just fate playing a funny joke on him—he’s sure it’s a best for last sort of thing.
“See you,” he says in farewell, waving before jogging out of the locker room, out of the gym, and straight to the library to hole himself up in a cubicle with just a notebook and a single, ballpoint pen.
He scrawls out a preliminary title at the top and underlines it three times:
ROMANCING IZUKI SHUN.
-
Nakamura texts him back a day after Moriyama’s initial text with a simple, one-worded, no. And Moriyama thinks it’s very unfortunate that Nakamura is the least cute junior he knows (which is not an opinion stemming from how disappointed he is that Nakamura refuses to tell him what Izuki Shun’s favorite slow jazz song is). He will likely write Nakamura into his future autobiography as a terribly sullen young man with a penchant for turning into an angry werewolf during the full moon.
It’s not a huge deal, however, that he won’t be able to make asking Izuki out on a date perfect with the appropriate musical accompaniment. He figures since he is in a library and he is also banking on meeting Izuki in the library by chance, it’s probably better for him not to disrupt the rest of the student body during exam week by serenading Izuki with mood music playing in the background.
He’s done this a lot before. Not the whole harassing Nakamura thing but asking people out? He’s done it before. Moriyama is hardly a rookie when it comes to the world of romance and though his track record is far from perfect, he prides himself on his vast knowledge of heart-shaking pickup lines and his knack for knowing true love when he sees it.
It is precisely while Moriyama praises himself in his mind that he feels a sudden whoosh of déjà vu as none other than Izuki bumps into Moriyama in a library aisle, sending the huge stack of books in his arms tumbling to the ground.
“Ah!” Izuki yelps quietly, minding his manners in the library as he glances up at Moriyama with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Moriyama-san. I keep crashing into you—literally!”
He kneels down soon after to start collecting the books from the floor and Moriyama follows suit, feeling his mind go blank almost instantaneously as Izuki says what he thinks is a thank you.
“I hope exam week isn’t making you testy, Moriyama-san. A lot of my friends are really buckling under the pressure but they don’t seem to appreciate me bringing them any belts as a joke.” Izuki glances up then to lock eyes with Moriyama, smiling good-naturedly and almost… expectantly?
“Haha,” Moriyama says a little too forcibly and a little too loudly. He swallows the lump in his throat and smiles. “Very nice, Izuki.”
Izuki beams and Moriyama thinks it is terrible how endearing that is.
His hand brushes against Izuki’s for maybe a second as they reach for the same book and he almost chokes despite how absolutely cliché it is. Izuki is blissfully unaware of his surroundings as he picks up the book, not even processing the way Moriyama’s hand retracts at the speed of light.
“…dying?” Izuki asks.
“Yes,” Moriyama says very gravely, “I am.”
“Me too,” Izuki replies with a sigh. “Studying is so hard to do these days.”
And Moriyama realizes he misheard the first time but he nods anyway, because Kasamatsu’s favorite The Smiths song is echoing at the back of his mind and all he can think is to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die alternatively sung as to study by your side is such a heavenly way to study.
“Would you like to sit together?” Izuki inquires with a tilt of his head.
“I would absolutely die to,” Moriyama says, wondering why his brain thought this was the appropriate way to combine I would love to and I am absolutely dying to.
He clears his throat as he thinks back to ROMANCING IZUKI SHUN and the all-nighter he spent just recently filling page after page with relevant pick-up lines to use if the opportunity ever arose.
Moriyama gets up onto his feet and watches as Izuki follows suit and thinks this is probably an opportunity and he is probably supposed to be seizing it.
“Izuki,” Moriyama says slowly.
“Yeah?”
“Do you need me to carry you?” he asks as soberly as he can manage.
“Carry me?”
“Well,” Moriyama starts, “I only assumed your legs would be tired from running through my mind all day…”
-
“Moriyama-san, are you still embarrassed?”
Moriyama hides his face behind another textbook he’s propped up on the table he’d previously found with Izuki. “No,” he says unconvincingly. “I am not.”
Izuki laughs quietly, much like the way he’d been laughing after Moriyama unleashed what he believed to be a powerful pick-up line. Moriyama figures it could have gone worse. Sure, Izuki started laughing and then scribbling down Moriyama’s beautiful line into what he thinks might have been a notebook dedicated entirely to puns and the like; and sure, maybe they were shushed violently by a pinch-faced student trying to study—but in the very least, he’s still here, sitting with Izuki Shun, very much so alive (and maybe this isn’t really a pro, now that he thinks about it).
Nakamura and Kasamatsu will laugh at him. He will likely have to change his name and flee the country to avoid the embarrassment.
“Moriyama-san,” Izuki calls out again in a whisper.
“Yes?”
“Moriyama-san.”
“…Yes?”
“Moriyama-san.”
This time, he puts the textbook down to address Izuki only to find that Izuki is leaning across the table so his face is right there, smiling at Moriyama like he didn’t just ignore his blatant flirting.
Moriyama clears his throat and wonders if he is red. “Izuki?”
“I couldn’t let you finish because we got in trouble,” Izuki explains with an apologetic laugh. “There’s a new coffee shop near where I live and—”
“And?” Moriyama repeats, mouth feeling dry.
“Aaaand… I would like it a latte if you’d go with me.”
Something explodes inside Moriyama’s body, which is probably concerning health-wise but he can’t be bothered with such frivolous thoughts when he is almost ninety-nine percent positive that Izuki Shun just asked him out on a date.
“You’re asking me out?”
“Yes,” Izuki replies, looking faintly embarrassed as he sits back properly in his seat across Moriyama’s. “Unless you pulled that awesome line on me because you wanted us to stay friends—”
“No!” Moriyama cuts in maybe a tad too loudly. “I just can’t believe you beat me to it.”
“Well, Moriyama-san, let’s just say your legs should be just as tired as mine!”
-
He plans on prefacing his riveting autobiography with something beautifully dramatic like:
My name is Moriyama Yoshitaka. I am but a humble university student. I believe in the power of love. I did not believe in love at first sight until I met…
“I wouldn’t buy it,” Nakamura says.
“Yeah, me neither,” Kasamatsu agrees.
“It’s a shame you both die in my autobiography,” Moriyama says sagely.
“You can’t call it an autobiography if you’re taking a copious amount of creative liberties.”
“Nakamura, you will be the first to go. It’s very unfortunate. I will write a beautiful eulogy for you.”
“It’s okay,” Izuki says brightly, looking up from one of his joke books to join in on the conversation, “I would buy your autobuyography!”
Kasamatsu groans as Moriyama positively beams in Izuki’s direction like he is the most beautiful, perfect thing to grace this otherwise terrible apartment.
Nakamura makes a very mature retching noise as Moriyama leans over to kiss Izuki’s temple, feeling very boastful of his selfless boyfriend who would buy his admittedly terrible autobiography to be. Despite the less than positive comments from his supposed friends, Moriyama knows better than anyone else that this—this entire, current stage of his life—is all very good. And maybe he’ll think back to how embarrassingly little it took for him to fall for Izuki Shun (who really was the only one doing the falling) and how embarrassingly little it took for them to start dating, but he knows more than anything that he’ll have his hands full thinking of how embarrassingly little it takes now for him to fall more and more for Izuki.
“You can pay me in kisses,” Moriyama says, partially because it is his nature to say such things and also partially to spite his roommates.
“What kind of currency is that?” Izuki asks. “Wait, okay—so, what if you asked me how my day was and I ripped a paper and told you it was teariffic…”
FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
didnt check for typos... >___> sorry.. ina dvance... DIES
Izuki Shun stumbles, crashes, and falls into Moriyama’s life. Literally.
Literally, as in Moriyama is innocently strolling through the library aisles, weaving in and out between bookshelves in hot pursuit of some crazy physics textbook he knows he’ll never be able to decipher, when Izuki Shun appears from behind a corner and unintentionally catapults himself and more than a couple of joke books into Moriyama’s arms. He thinks there is likely a scientific explanation behind this. Inertia, maybe. Perpetual motion, or something.
And then he accidentally looks into Izuki Shun’s eyes and thinks, oh. Maybe it’s fate.
Maybe when Izuki Shun catapulted himself into Moriyama’s arms, he also managed to utilize scientific laws of motion or however true love works to catapult himself into Moriyama’s heart as well. It’s fate. Meant to be. Moriyama wonders if this is the start of something new and beautiful.
Except, you know, fate is cruel and terrible and not at all like the television shows make it out to be. Which is why Moriyama Yoshitaka’s tongue is tied and he fails to suavely mention the idea of soulmates to Izuki Shun while he is introducing himself as a second year in the Mathematics department and an aspiring calendar maker.
“Calendar maker,” Moriyama says faintly.
“Yeah,” Izuki replies with a blinding smile that Moriyama thinks might be illegal in multiple prefectures of Japan. “With a pun for every week. Punce a week.”
“Puns,” Moriyama says faintly.
“Puns,” Izuki echoes with another smile, and Moriyama wonders distantly if it’s too late to play dead to get out of this unfortunate event in his life. “They’re punderful.”
You’re pun-derful, Moriyama cannot say out loud. Your word games are playing games with my heart, he cannot vocalize.
Izuki Shun stumbles, crashes, and falls into Moriyama’s life and the only resonating thought he can manage to grapple his hands around is oh, oh, I am positively screwed.
-
“Let’s say hypothetically,” Moriyama says loudly when he and Kasamatsu are the only ones remaining in the locker room, “that a very handsome guy falls in love with someone else who is perhaps too beautiful for this world—”
“God,” Kasamatsu says quietly.
“I appreciate that you think I’m holy and otherworldly but I’m merely your best friend, not a god.” Moriyama flashes a winning smile that Kasamatsu is very tired of, evidently.
“And you wonder why you’re single,” replies Kasamatsu in a very prickly, hedgehog-y, Kasamatsu fashion.
“Not for long,” Moriyama says. “I mean—not for long, for this hypothetical handsome guy that I hypothetically know. A distant cousin.”
“Okay. Your distant cousin.”
“Yes, my distant cousin is very handsome, suave, smooth; he’s the type of guy that everyone else is inwardly and inherently envious of.”
“Right.”
“And while he is all of those things and more, he might have fallen in love with this beautiful person with a smile brighter than that terribly bright lightbulb in our Japanese Literature classroom—”
Kasamatsu snorts.
“—and he acts like a fool around this person. For instance, they met, and my cousin was unable to utter coherent sentences while being taken with this unfairly beautiful person.”
“Right.”
“I would obviously like to give my cousin the best advice possible.”
“Right.”
“And I realize you’re just as single and lonely and pitifully sad but marginally less handsome than I am but I figured as my friend—”
“…Right.”
“—you would help me figure out how to ask Izuki Shun out on a date.”
“Right.” Kasamatsu looks at the ceiling like he is seeking holy introspection. “Wait, Izuki Shun?”
Moriyama belatedly realizes he screwed himself over and stares very pointedly at Kasamatsu, lips pursed into a faint frown as he tries to figure out if he would be envious of his fake hypothetically distant cousin if said cousin also had a crush on Izuki.
“He’s friends with Nakamura.”
“Izuki is an angel,” Moriyama says quietly to himself. “Truly a saint.”
“Anyway,” Kasamatsu cuts in, “Kise knows him too. He seems nice and he says embarrassing things out loud. I’m sure you’ll get along. Wish you well with your budding romance.”
Moriyama picks up his gym bag and swings it on his shoulder, jumping up and onto his feet with a flourish. Why, he thinks it's incredibly unfair that he’s the only one who’s never seen or heard of Izuki until recently. He figures it’s just fate playing a funny joke on him—he’s sure it’s a best for last sort of thing.
“See you,” he says in farewell, waving before jogging out of the locker room, out of the gym, and straight to the library to hole himself up in a cubicle with just a notebook and a single, ballpoint pen.
He scrawls out a preliminary title at the top and underlines it three times:
ROMANCING IZUKI SHUN.
-
Nakamura texts him back a day after Moriyama’s initial text with a simple, one-worded, no. And Moriyama thinks it’s very unfortunate that Nakamura is the least cute junior he knows (which is not an opinion stemming from how disappointed he is that Nakamura refuses to tell him what Izuki Shun’s favorite slow jazz song is). He will likely write Nakamura into his future autobiography as a terribly sullen young man with a penchant for turning into an angry werewolf during the full moon.
It’s not a huge deal, however, that he won’t be able to make asking Izuki out on a date perfect with the appropriate musical accompaniment. He figures since he is in a library and he is also banking on meeting Izuki in the library by chance, it’s probably better for him not to disrupt the rest of the student body during exam week by serenading Izuki with mood music playing in the background.
He’s done this a lot before. Not the whole harassing Nakamura thing but asking people out? He’s done it before. Moriyama is hardly a rookie when it comes to the world of romance and though his track record is far from perfect, he prides himself on his vast knowledge of heart-shaking pickup lines and his knack for knowing true love when he sees it.
It is precisely while Moriyama praises himself in his mind that he feels a sudden whoosh of déjà vu as none other than Izuki bumps into Moriyama in a library aisle, sending the huge stack of books in his arms tumbling to the ground.
“Ah!” Izuki yelps quietly, minding his manners in the library as he glances up at Moriyama with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Moriyama-san. I keep crashing into you—literally!”
He kneels down soon after to start collecting the books from the floor and Moriyama follows suit, feeling his mind go blank almost instantaneously as Izuki says what he thinks is a thank you.
“I hope exam week isn’t making you testy, Moriyama-san. A lot of my friends are really buckling under the pressure but they don’t seem to appreciate me bringing them any belts as a joke.” Izuki glances up then to lock eyes with Moriyama, smiling good-naturedly and almost… expectantly?
“Haha,” Moriyama says a little too forcibly and a little too loudly. He swallows the lump in his throat and smiles. “Very nice, Izuki.”
Izuki beams and Moriyama thinks it is terrible how endearing that is.
His hand brushes against Izuki’s for maybe a second as they reach for the same book and he almost chokes despite how absolutely cliché it is. Izuki is blissfully unaware of his surroundings as he picks up the book, not even processing the way Moriyama’s hand retracts at the speed of light.
“…dying?” Izuki asks.
“Yes,” Moriyama says very gravely, “I am.”
“Me too,” Izuki replies with a sigh. “Studying is so hard to do these days.”
And Moriyama realizes he misheard the first time but he nods anyway, because Kasamatsu’s favorite The Smiths song is echoing at the back of his mind and all he can think is to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die alternatively sung as to study by your side is such a heavenly way to study.
“Would you like to sit together?” Izuki inquires with a tilt of his head.
“I would absolutely die to,” Moriyama says, wondering why his brain thought this was the appropriate way to combine I would love to and I am absolutely dying to.
He clears his throat as he thinks back to ROMANCING IZUKI SHUN and the all-nighter he spent just recently filling page after page with relevant pick-up lines to use if the opportunity ever arose.
Moriyama gets up onto his feet and watches as Izuki follows suit and thinks this is probably an opportunity and he is probably supposed to be seizing it.
“Izuki,” Moriyama says slowly.
“Yeah?”
“Do you need me to carry you?” he asks as soberly as he can manage.
“Carry me?”
“Well,” Moriyama starts, “I only assumed your legs would be tired from running through my mind all day…”
-
“Moriyama-san, are you still embarrassed?”
Moriyama hides his face behind another textbook he’s propped up on the table he’d previously found with Izuki. “No,” he says unconvincingly. “I am not.”
Izuki laughs quietly, much like the way he’d been laughing after Moriyama unleashed what he believed to be a powerful pick-up line. Moriyama figures it could have gone worse. Sure, Izuki started laughing and then scribbling down Moriyama’s beautiful line into what he thinks might have been a notebook dedicated entirely to puns and the like; and sure, maybe they were shushed violently by a pinch-faced student trying to study—but in the very least, he’s still here, sitting with Izuki Shun, very much so alive (and maybe this isn’t really a pro, now that he thinks about it).
Nakamura and Kasamatsu will laugh at him. He will likely have to change his name and flee the country to avoid the embarrassment.
“Moriyama-san,” Izuki calls out again in a whisper.
“Yes?”
“Moriyama-san.”
“…Yes?”
“Moriyama-san.”
This time, he puts the textbook down to address Izuki only to find that Izuki is leaning across the table so his face is right there, smiling at Moriyama like he didn’t just ignore his blatant flirting.
Moriyama clears his throat and wonders if he is red. “Izuki?”
“I couldn’t let you finish because we got in trouble,” Izuki explains with an apologetic laugh. “There’s a new coffee shop near where I live and—”
“And?” Moriyama repeats, mouth feeling dry.
“Aaaand… I would like it a latte if you’d go with me.”
Something explodes inside Moriyama’s body, which is probably concerning health-wise but he can’t be bothered with such frivolous thoughts when he is almost ninety-nine percent positive that Izuki Shun just asked him out on a date.
“You’re asking me out?”
“Yes,” Izuki replies, looking faintly embarrassed as he sits back properly in his seat across Moriyama’s. “Unless you pulled that awesome line on me because you wanted us to stay friends—”
“No!” Moriyama cuts in maybe a tad too loudly. “I just can’t believe you beat me to it.”
“Well, Moriyama-san, let’s just say your legs should be just as tired as mine!”
-
He plans on prefacing his riveting autobiography with something beautifully dramatic like:
My name is Moriyama Yoshitaka. I am but a humble university student. I believe in the power of love. I did not believe in love at first sight until I met…
“I wouldn’t buy it,” Nakamura says.
“Yeah, me neither,” Kasamatsu agrees.
“It’s a shame you both die in my autobiography,” Moriyama says sagely.
“You can’t call it an autobiography if you’re taking a copious amount of creative liberties.”
“Nakamura, you will be the first to go. It’s very unfortunate. I will write a beautiful eulogy for you.”
“It’s okay,” Izuki says brightly, looking up from one of his joke books to join in on the conversation, “I would buy your autobuyography!”
Kasamatsu groans as Moriyama positively beams in Izuki’s direction like he is the most beautiful, perfect thing to grace this otherwise terrible apartment.
Nakamura makes a very mature retching noise as Moriyama leans over to kiss Izuki’s temple, feeling very boastful of his selfless boyfriend who would buy his admittedly terrible autobiography to be. Despite the less than positive comments from his supposed friends, Moriyama knows better than anyone else that this—this entire, current stage of his life—is all very good. And maybe he’ll think back to how embarrassingly little it took for him to fall for Izuki Shun (who really was the only one doing the falling) and how embarrassingly little it took for them to start dating, but he knows more than anything that he’ll have his hands full thinking of how embarrassingly little it takes now for him to fall more and more for Izuki.
“You can pay me in kisses,” Moriyama says, partially because it is his nature to say such things and also partially to spite his roommates.
“What kind of currency is that?” Izuki asks. “Wait, okay—so, what if you asked me how my day was and I ripped a paper and told you it was teariffic…”