Summary: A short Tegomassu drabble. Super fluffy.
“Massu. Massu. Ne, Massu, okite.”
Tegoshi shook Masuda until the older man grumbled something in his sleep and rolled over, smacking his lips in the process. Most likely, he was dreaming of gyoza. Tegoshi sighed and tried to wake him again. “Massu, okite kudasai~” he said in his Hime voice…to no avail, receiving nothing more than incoherent mumbling from his sleeping friend.
“…I give up,” Tegoshi said, sitting on the floor next to Massu’s hotel bed. Those words felt so strange coming out of his mouth. He sighed again, pulling his knees to his chest. They would be late to the next NEWS concert rehearsal for sure now. “This is impossible.”
Tegoshi looked at sleeping Massu; soft pink cheeks, mouth a small “o”, bangs falling into his eyes as his head rested on one hand. The other kept the thick blanket close to his neck. Even in his slight frustration, Tegoshi couldn’t help but notice how sweet his friend looked at the moment.
Massu’s always been good looking, ever since they started as NEWS eight years ago. Yamapi may have been the leader, but Massu was the one that caught everyone’s eye when they’d debuted. The quiet boy, mysterious at the time to Tegoshi, who’s two main loves were food and music. Tegoshi had felt privileged - shocked but privileged - when Johnny-san told them that the two of them would debut as the NEWS subgroup Tegomass in 2006. The duo had become an instant success in their own right, and still were to this day. With their Tegomass no Mahou tour just a few weeks behind them, Tegoshi was glad to jump back into NEWS activities with Massu. His Massu.
He reached out and gently stroked his friend’s cheek. The memories must’ve gotten to his head. “Atatakai~” Massu was completely oblivious to Tegoshi’s fingers on his face. The latter giggled to himself. “I never would have thought I’d get to do this back then,” he thought. “I was so vibrant and impulsive…and bratty.” He shook his head; not much had changed. “Except,” he said sitting up so could look down at Massu’s face, “how close you and I have become.” And he lightly kissed his friend’s nose.
“Ai shiteru, Massu….”
Massu stirred under his blankets. “Mmm….Tegoshi,” he slurred in his half asleep state, “What time is it?”
Tegoshi stretched. He’d gotten sleepy himself, watching his friend rest so easily. “You don’t wanna know,” he said. “Early enough. Or fashionably late depending on how you look at it. Should I leave so you can get ready?” He didn’t want to; but he was a polite person, he reminded himself as he tried hard not to stare at Massu’s cute smile.
“Iie, you’re fine,” Massu said sitting up. He was about to push back the covers when a thought crossed his mind. “Ne, Tegoshi?”
“We’ve been in NEWS for eight years now, deshou?”
“Soshite…we’ve been Tegomass for five?”
“Hai. Why do you ask?”
“I just thought,” - and here Masuda looked Tegoshi square in the face - “how glad I am to have you in my life.”
Tegoshi, at a sudden loss for words, blinked. “…glad? …Hontou ni?”
Massu nodded emphatically. “Jitsu wa. I’d thought about it a lot during our tour, Tegoshi. If I hadn’t sent my application in to Johnny’s, I never would’ve met you. You’re my best friend, Tegoshi,” he said smiling.
“Massuuuuuuuuuuuuu!” Tegoshi jumped up, wrapping Massu in a tight bear hug. “You’re my best friend, too!”
They stayed like that, Massu running his fingers through Tegoshi’s hair. “Tegoshi?” he said after a while.
“…I love you too.”
- Current Mood: sleepy
- Current Music:Best Friend- NEWS