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valmoratitle: streetlights
fandom: gokusen 2
pairing: Takeda Keita/Tsuchiya Hikaru, past Odagiri Ryu/Takeda Keita discussed
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: not mine, no money made
notes: because take, tsucchi, and hyuuga deserve love too.
also, according to the dramawiki bios, Hayami Mokomichi (Tsucchi) is ~6'2 and Koike Teppei (Take) is ~5'6. humongous difference.
It’s late enough that Hikaru can’t see Hyuuga’s face as they go their separate ways. The streetlight’s bulb went out a couple of days ago, and Hikaru doesn’t really miss it; it’s not like he and Take and Hyuuga live near bad neighborhoods or anything.
Take, beside him, giggles a little. “I still can’t get over Ryu’s face,” he says. “Absolute shock.”
“How often do you get marriage proposals from desperate girls?” Hikaru points out, and then, musingly, “How often do I?”
“Well, you might not,” Take says, bumping Hikaru’s side because he’s not tall enough to hit his shoulder, “but I’m gonna get at least three.”
“Not gonna give ‘em?”
“Naw. I’m gonna be a playboy forever,” Take says, taking a couple of steps ahead of Hikaru and turning, giving him a look that’s probably supposed to be dashing and womanizing but instead comes across as big-eyed, innocent, and looking a little like a cartoon hamster. The only way Take’s gonna get a girl in bed with him is pity, but Hikaru doesn’t say that.
“Sure you are,” Hikaru says. His hands feel empty, so he reaches into his pocket for his fan and unfolds it. “Long as you don’t get hitched.” He pitches his voice to something approximating Shiratori-sensei’s squeaking, brandishing his pinky finger, and says, “I’m connected to him by destiny!”
“No, no, that’s you. You’re tall, you talk big, good at fighting – girls like that’ll fall all over you,” Take says. “Lucky for you, we have totally different taste in women, otherwise I’d be stealing all your future girlfriends.”
“Who talks big now?” Hikaru challenges him, resting a hand heavily on his shoulder, pressing down until Take stops walking and looks up at him.
They’re under a street lamp, one with a working bulb, and Take’s eyes are wide with surprise and not a little nervousness, the planes of his face dark-and-light, deeper shadows and his cheekbones, his mouth, brightly lit.
Hikaru swallows, wanting, and lets go. “Idiot,” he says. “You shouldn’t tell other guys you’re gonna mess up their love lives. Just asking to get punched in the face.”
“But you’ll help me out, won’t you?” Take says. “Be my wingman and all. Date the ugly friend.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Hikaru agrees, waving his fan dismissively in Take’s direction. “Me and Ryu, we exist so that you can get dates.”
“Huh?” Take stops walking, frowns at him. “What’s that mean?”
Hikaru stumbles, stomach dropping in horror. “Like, he’s not interested in girls. So he’d be your wingman, or more like eyecandy for the other girl. And wouldn’t care. And me, I’m your friend, so even though I’d want to steal your girl, I wouldn’t.”
Take’s shoulders relax and he starts walking again. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Glancing around at the houses, Hikaru realizes that he lost track of his landmarks again and has followed Take nearly all the way to Take’s place again. He’ll have to go back a ways to take the right turn to get home. Well, might as well follow Take to his gate and then leave.
He tries not to imagine some sort of horrifyingly soppy farewell at the door, with kissing and an invitation inside and everything that would come after that, and is so preoccupied by it that he jumps in surprise when Take says, “Hey, Tsucchi. Thinking about all the ugly girls you’ll have to date?”
“Are you?” he fires back, leaning against the gate at Take’s house.
“Naw,” Take says, fishing in his pocket for his keys, “I’ll just go home with your pretty ones.”
“Sure you will,” Hikaru says, and then swallows. He’s supposed to be the one who doesn’t know the meaning of cowardice, right. “Say, um,” he tries. “you aren’t, you know, just for girls, right? Like, you go for guys, sometimes?”
Take’s head tilts down, just slightly. “...yeah.”
“Like you had that thing with Ryu,” he continues, and then shuts up.
“Wasn’t a thing,” Take says lowly. “He kissed me. And some other stuff.” He sticks his key in the gate lock and turns it.
This is incredibly not how Hikaru wanted this to go. “No, I mean, I don’t care, I was just asking – ‘cause, see, it’d be dumb to confess to a guy who wasn’t into you, right? And I wouldn’t mind double dating with you except I’d kind of like it to be me and you, not.” He sounds like an idiot. An idiot out of his little sister’s favorite comics, oh God, he will never make fun of her again because karmic payback is right now killing him.
“You want to date me, you mean,” Take says, sounding choked.
“Uh. Yeah.”
Take grabs his shoulder and pulls him down so they’re face-to-face. It feels kind of weird, like Hikaru’s bowing, asking for a favor or something, and for a moment he kind of worries if Take’s gonna punch him or something. And then Take says, “Tsucchi,” and that is not the voice of a man who wants to punch you. It goes straight through him, and, okay, he’s never wanted a guy for real before and his mind still shies away from the thought of doing Take there but right now he wants to, wants Take’s mouth and his hands and his stupidly short body.
“Okay, um,” Hikaru says, swallowing, trying not to stare at Take’s mouth by instead looking at his eyes and finding it doesn’t help.
“Can I kiss you?” Take asks. Beating him to it.
Please, Hikaru thinks, but apparently being shocked into turned-on silence is answer enough because Take doesn’t wait for a response and just does it.
fandom: gokusen 2
pairing: Takeda Keita/Tsuchiya Hikaru, past Odagiri Ryu/Takeda Keita discussed
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: not mine, no money made
notes: because take, tsucchi, and hyuuga deserve love too.
also, according to the dramawiki bios, Hayami Mokomichi (Tsucchi) is ~6'2 and Koike Teppei (Take) is ~5'6. humongous difference.
It’s late enough that Hikaru can’t see Hyuuga’s face as they go their separate ways. The streetlight’s bulb went out a couple of days ago, and Hikaru doesn’t really miss it; it’s not like he and Take and Hyuuga live near bad neighborhoods or anything.
Take, beside him, giggles a little. “I still can’t get over Ryu’s face,” he says. “Absolute shock.”
“How often do you get marriage proposals from desperate girls?” Hikaru points out, and then, musingly, “How often do I?”
“Well, you might not,” Take says, bumping Hikaru’s side because he’s not tall enough to hit his shoulder, “but I’m gonna get at least three.”
“Not gonna give ‘em?”
“Naw. I’m gonna be a playboy forever,” Take says, taking a couple of steps ahead of Hikaru and turning, giving him a look that’s probably supposed to be dashing and womanizing but instead comes across as big-eyed, innocent, and looking a little like a cartoon hamster. The only way Take’s gonna get a girl in bed with him is pity, but Hikaru doesn’t say that.
“Sure you are,” Hikaru says. His hands feel empty, so he reaches into his pocket for his fan and unfolds it. “Long as you don’t get hitched.” He pitches his voice to something approximating Shiratori-sensei’s squeaking, brandishing his pinky finger, and says, “I’m connected to him by destiny!”
“No, no, that’s you. You’re tall, you talk big, good at fighting – girls like that’ll fall all over you,” Take says. “Lucky for you, we have totally different taste in women, otherwise I’d be stealing all your future girlfriends.”
“Who talks big now?” Hikaru challenges him, resting a hand heavily on his shoulder, pressing down until Take stops walking and looks up at him.
They’re under a street lamp, one with a working bulb, and Take’s eyes are wide with surprise and not a little nervousness, the planes of his face dark-and-light, deeper shadows and his cheekbones, his mouth, brightly lit.
Hikaru swallows, wanting, and lets go. “Idiot,” he says. “You shouldn’t tell other guys you’re gonna mess up their love lives. Just asking to get punched in the face.”
“But you’ll help me out, won’t you?” Take says. “Be my wingman and all. Date the ugly friend.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Hikaru agrees, waving his fan dismissively in Take’s direction. “Me and Ryu, we exist so that you can get dates.”
“Huh?” Take stops walking, frowns at him. “What’s that mean?”
Hikaru stumbles, stomach dropping in horror. “Like, he’s not interested in girls. So he’d be your wingman, or more like eyecandy for the other girl. And wouldn’t care. And me, I’m your friend, so even though I’d want to steal your girl, I wouldn’t.”
Take’s shoulders relax and he starts walking again. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Glancing around at the houses, Hikaru realizes that he lost track of his landmarks again and has followed Take nearly all the way to Take’s place again. He’ll have to go back a ways to take the right turn to get home. Well, might as well follow Take to his gate and then leave.
He tries not to imagine some sort of horrifyingly soppy farewell at the door, with kissing and an invitation inside and everything that would come after that, and is so preoccupied by it that he jumps in surprise when Take says, “Hey, Tsucchi. Thinking about all the ugly girls you’ll have to date?”
“Are you?” he fires back, leaning against the gate at Take’s house.
“Naw,” Take says, fishing in his pocket for his keys, “I’ll just go home with your pretty ones.”
“Sure you will,” Hikaru says, and then swallows. He’s supposed to be the one who doesn’t know the meaning of cowardice, right. “Say, um,” he tries. “you aren’t, you know, just for girls, right? Like, you go for guys, sometimes?”
Take’s head tilts down, just slightly. “...yeah.”
“Like you had that thing with Ryu,” he continues, and then shuts up.
“Wasn’t a thing,” Take says lowly. “He kissed me. And some other stuff.” He sticks his key in the gate lock and turns it.
This is incredibly not how Hikaru wanted this to go. “No, I mean, I don’t care, I was just asking – ‘cause, see, it’d be dumb to confess to a guy who wasn’t into you, right? And I wouldn’t mind double dating with you except I’d kind of like it to be me and you, not.” He sounds like an idiot. An idiot out of his little sister’s favorite comics, oh God, he will never make fun of her again because karmic payback is right now killing him.
“You want to date me, you mean,” Take says, sounding choked.
“Uh. Yeah.”
Take grabs his shoulder and pulls him down so they’re face-to-face. It feels kind of weird, like Hikaru’s bowing, asking for a favor or something, and for a moment he kind of worries if Take’s gonna punch him or something. And then Take says, “Tsucchi,” and that is not the voice of a man who wants to punch you. It goes straight through him, and, okay, he’s never wanted a guy for real before and his mind still shies away from the thought of doing Take there but right now he wants to, wants Take’s mouth and his hands and his stupidly short body.
“Okay, um,” Hikaru says, swallowing, trying not to stare at Take’s mouth by instead looking at his eyes and finding it doesn’t help.
“Can I kiss you?” Take asks. Beating him to it.
Please, Hikaru thinks, but apparently being shocked into turned-on silence is answer enough because Take doesn’t wait for a response and just does it.
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Date: 2009-01-05 07:05 pm (UTC)Lucky for you, we have totally different taste in women, otherwise I’d be stealing all your future girlfriends.
Unbelievably cute. Not happening in a million years, but cute.
eyecandy for the other girl
Very true, since Ryu probably wouldn't say anything the whole time.
Take grabs his shoulder and pulls him down so they’re face-to-face.
Comedy potential. ^_^ Tsucchi's friends must get such a crick in the neck looking up at him.
You realise I'm now going to have to go rewatch the series so I can jump on the bandwagon with you?
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Date: 2009-01-05 07:55 pm (UTC)He'd probably be sitting there with an internal rant about how she isn't tall enough, pretty enough,
Hayato-like enoughaggressive enough...Tsucchi's friends must get such a crick in the neck looking up at him.
Yeah. When they bother, I mean, because Ryu and Hayato spend so much time giving each other significant glances.
As for Take and Hyuuga...to paraphrase the indomitable Miles Vorkosigan, the height difference isn't so important when you're lying down.
YAY BANDWAGON! Ahahaha I hope that pun was deliberate. XDDD