|[Yoko/Hina] No Malice
||[Sep. 29th, 2007|02:43 am]
Title: No Malice
Notes: renchan5 asked for a fluffy fic with Yoko teasing Hina. I delivered.
For once in his life, Shingo was beating Ryo at Mario Kart, playing on his boy friend’s DS. That was, until Yoko greeted him by bopping him gently over the head with the script for his new drama, causing him to crash and the young singer to grin in victory before wandering off and making a rematch impossible.
“Hi.” Yoko greeted cheerfully, dropping onto the couch beside Shingo. “Oh, you crashed.”
“Yeah, thanks to you.”
“It’s my game anyway.” Yoko countered, taking the console back and stuffing it in his bag. “I can make you lose if I want.”
“Can’t you let me win sometimes?”
Yoko considered this for a few seconds, then shook his head.
“You’re cuter when your fragile masculinity has been shattered by the brat. Also, I think his pee-pee is bigger than yours at the moment again.”
“Thanks. How’s your drama going?”
“No, no, no. No changing the subject.” Yoko admonished lightly. “Not when we could still talk about your complexion, and how you’ve been blinding all the fans with how shiny your face is at concerts.”
“I can’t help that. Besides, you get sweaty at concerts.”
“Sweaty, not oily. You could deep fry my dinner in all the oil on your face.”
Shingo curled his legs up underneath him, as though protecting himself from Yoko’s jibes. Yoko was one of his oldest, closest friends, and as such knew all of the dancer’s weaknesses. The eldest watched him with an amused grin. There was no malice in his taunts, but anything Shingo said or didn’t say was still likely to be turned against him. Shingo thought very carefully before choosing his next words.
“If I’m allowed to take the subject off on a tangent, are we still going out for dinner tonight?”
“Oh, I decided to spend all my money on some stupid season pass to some stupid game that I can never go see anyway because I’m way too busy with work.”
“Soccer is not a stupid game. And it wasn’t a season pass. And I didn’t spend all my money on it anyway. There were other things I had to buy.”
“I know.” Yoko’s smile softened a little and he wrapped his arms around the younger male. “Yes, my drama is going well, but I thought it’d be better spending the evening at home to practice my lines.”
“Do you want me to cook then?”
“Nope.” A gentle peck on the cheek. “I ordered us take-away.”
“Help me with my lines?”
Shingo smiled and returned the affectionate kiss.