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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Glasses
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 1221
Summary:
Gotou had gotten used to having Masayoshi living in his apartment.
It wasn’t too much of an adjustment from before, as he would visit often and they would wile away the hours watching toku or arguing about this or that; the biggest change, aside from a sharp decline in his privacy, was the fact that Gotou’s apartment had gone from the bare-bones of furniture to … stuff, everywhere.
For someone whose possessions were blown up only a few months ago, Masayoshi sure had acquired a lot of shit.
With Masayoshi living in the closet (“Flamenco Headquarters!” “I am not calling my futon closet that.”), it meant there was less room to store things, and as such the room had gradually grown more cluttered as the months progressed. Gotou sighed as he picked up a laundry basket of folded clothes he had seen Masayoshi wear all of once to move it, and stopped as something clattered to the floor.
Depositing the laundry basket on the floor again, closer to “Flamenco Headquarters”, he turned around to find a pair of black reading glasses lying on the floor. He recognized them as part of one of Masayoshi’s favorite “I’m not a celebrity, no one can see me” outfits, and rolled his eyes a little in amusement before picking them up. Masayoshi was so bright and earnest that he couldn’t even hide behind the supposed anonymity of the glasses, and the thought made him smile a little fondly as he held them. Masayoshi did look good in them, at least … but there wasn’t much that Masayoshi wouldn’t look good in. Gotou winced a little, recognizing Dangerous Thoughts™, but still hesitated in returning the glasses to their spot atop the folded clothes.
Gotou glanced around the apartment furtively, as if someone (Masayoshi) could be lurking in the room, and then settled the glasses on his face.
They were simple reading glasses and he could see just fine. Gotou found himself strangely disappointed, although he wasn’t quite sure why. He looked around, realized the mirror was in the bathroom, and decided to see what he looked like before taking them off and pretending this never happened.
He was halfway to the bathroom when he heard the key in the lock and froze like a deer in headlights, unsure of which direction to flee. He didn’t flee in either direction, as Masayoshi let himself in, humming cheerfully, cheeks kissed rosy by the winter air, knit hat and scarf and beaming. “I’m home,” he called in an enthusiastic tone that Gotou normally found more endearing. “Gotou-sa….”
He froze in the doorway, much the same way Gotou had frozen in place. They stared at each other silently, Gotou turning pink and Masayoshi just staring.
After a long moment, Masayoshi said, “Who are you?”
That brought Gotou back to reality right away. “What?” he yelped, a little, as Masayoshi slammed the door shut behind him, standing in the genkan in half a pose, about to do something Gotou would probably regret. “Masayoshi,” Gotou said firmly, as Masayoshi gestured at him grandly.
“Who are you, and what have you done with Gotou-san?”
Gotou looked around. It was not unheard of for Masayoshi to be taking the piss, but it was uncommon enough that he wasn’t certain if that was what was going on at the moment. Gotou touched the glasses with one hand, about to remove them as Masayoshi bounded out of the genkan, shoes falling into their proper place by sheer willpower alone. Gotou meant to backpedal, didn’t, and Masayoshi stopped right in front of him, peering directly into his face.
“You’re taking the piss,” Gotou said finally, and for just a moment more he was uncertain, before Masayoshi’s face split into a wide grin.
“Gotou-san is so handsome,” he said, really, uncomfortably too close. Gotou moved to slide the glasses off but was stopped by Masayoshi’s hand darting out and catching his wrist. He blinked in surprise, and Masayoshi too looked a little surprised at how he acted, releasing Gotou’s hand just as quickly as he’d caught it. “You should wear them,” he said insistently. “They suit you!”
When Gotou removed the glasses, he took a step back from Masayoshi and cleared the space between them. “I don’t need to wear them,” he said. “I don’t have a secret identity, and for that matter, neither do you, not anymore.” He folded them closed firmly and tried to will his frantic heartbeat slower, because having Masayoshi that close didn’t mean anything. It really didn’t.
“You don’t need a secret identity to wear glasses,” Masayoshi pressed. He still hadn’t taken his coat or scarf or knit cap off and he had to be too warm, because the flush was evident right across his cheeks. “Wear them tonight! They look good on you!”
Gotou sighed. He didn’t have the energy to fight this tonight, because Masayoshi wouldn’t let up. He’d dug in before, and this was a battle he didn’t feel like fighting tonight. “Fine,” he said, and replaced them across his nose. He didn’t miss the way Masayoshi’s face lit up again, and he also didn’t miss the way his heart skipped a moment at the expression. Dangerous Thoughts™. “Happy?” he said instead.
Masayoshi beamed at him. “Handsome,” he said again.
“It’s not a compliment to be called that by another guy,” Gotou muttered, looking away and losing the battle against his own blush. “Are you going to stand there in your jacket all night, or are we going to start supper at some point?”
“Oh!” Masayoshi said. “Right, I bought curry mix!”
“Of course you did,” Gotou said, as Masayoshi shrugged his coat off and threw it at the coat rack. “Of course you did.”
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Masayoshi didn’t take many pictures that Gotou knew about. He knew it was a little sketchy to just take them and not ask permission, but if he didn’t do it now, when he had the chance, Gotou would deny him, change his pose, hide his face, do something to mess up the moment.
The light wasn’t quite right, half washed out from the television set, but it would have to do. Besides, it was easy enough to make out Gotou, glasses slid down his nose, leaned back against the bed and chin dipping toward his chest as he half-dozed. He’d wake at the shutter click, so he had to make a decision.
Masayoshi summoned his nerves, leaned in close, on his knees, and very gently, kissed Gotou.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 1221
Summary:
Gotou had gotten used to having Masayoshi living in his apartment.
It wasn’t too much of an adjustment from before, as he would visit often and they would wile away the hours watching toku or arguing about this or that; the biggest change, aside from a sharp decline in his privacy, was the fact that Gotou’s apartment had gone from the bare-bones of furniture to … stuff, everywhere.
For someone whose possessions were blown up only a few months ago, Masayoshi sure had acquired a lot of shit.
With Masayoshi living in the closet (“Flamenco Headquarters!” “I am not calling my futon closet that.”), it meant there was less room to store things, and as such the room had gradually grown more cluttered as the months progressed. Gotou sighed as he picked up a laundry basket of folded clothes he had seen Masayoshi wear all of once to move it, and stopped as something clattered to the floor.
Depositing the laundry basket on the floor again, closer to “Flamenco Headquarters”, he turned around to find a pair of black reading glasses lying on the floor. He recognized them as part of one of Masayoshi’s favorite “I’m not a celebrity, no one can see me” outfits, and rolled his eyes a little in amusement before picking them up. Masayoshi was so bright and earnest that he couldn’t even hide behind the supposed anonymity of the glasses, and the thought made him smile a little fondly as he held them. Masayoshi did look good in them, at least … but there wasn’t much that Masayoshi wouldn’t look good in. Gotou winced a little, recognizing Dangerous Thoughts™, but still hesitated in returning the glasses to their spot atop the folded clothes.
Gotou glanced around the apartment furtively, as if someone (Masayoshi) could be lurking in the room, and then settled the glasses on his face.
They were simple reading glasses and he could see just fine. Gotou found himself strangely disappointed, although he wasn’t quite sure why. He looked around, realized the mirror was in the bathroom, and decided to see what he looked like before taking them off and pretending this never happened.
He was halfway to the bathroom when he heard the key in the lock and froze like a deer in headlights, unsure of which direction to flee. He didn’t flee in either direction, as Masayoshi let himself in, humming cheerfully, cheeks kissed rosy by the winter air, knit hat and scarf and beaming. “I’m home,” he called in an enthusiastic tone that Gotou normally found more endearing. “Gotou-sa….”
He froze in the doorway, much the same way Gotou had frozen in place. They stared at each other silently, Gotou turning pink and Masayoshi just staring.
After a long moment, Masayoshi said, “Who are you?”
That brought Gotou back to reality right away. “What?” he yelped, a little, as Masayoshi slammed the door shut behind him, standing in the genkan in half a pose, about to do something Gotou would probably regret. “Masayoshi,” Gotou said firmly, as Masayoshi gestured at him grandly.
“Who are you, and what have you done with Gotou-san?”
Gotou looked around. It was not unheard of for Masayoshi to be taking the piss, but it was uncommon enough that he wasn’t certain if that was what was going on at the moment. Gotou touched the glasses with one hand, about to remove them as Masayoshi bounded out of the genkan, shoes falling into their proper place by sheer willpower alone. Gotou meant to backpedal, didn’t, and Masayoshi stopped right in front of him, peering directly into his face.
“You’re taking the piss,” Gotou said finally, and for just a moment more he was uncertain, before Masayoshi’s face split into a wide grin.
“Gotou-san is so handsome,” he said, really, uncomfortably too close. Gotou moved to slide the glasses off but was stopped by Masayoshi’s hand darting out and catching his wrist. He blinked in surprise, and Masayoshi too looked a little surprised at how he acted, releasing Gotou’s hand just as quickly as he’d caught it. “You should wear them,” he said insistently. “They suit you!”
When Gotou removed the glasses, he took a step back from Masayoshi and cleared the space between them. “I don’t need to wear them,” he said. “I don’t have a secret identity, and for that matter, neither do you, not anymore.” He folded them closed firmly and tried to will his frantic heartbeat slower, because having Masayoshi that close didn’t mean anything. It really didn’t.
“You don’t need a secret identity to wear glasses,” Masayoshi pressed. He still hadn’t taken his coat or scarf or knit cap off and he had to be too warm, because the flush was evident right across his cheeks. “Wear them tonight! They look good on you!”
Gotou sighed. He didn’t have the energy to fight this tonight, because Masayoshi wouldn’t let up. He’d dug in before, and this was a battle he didn’t feel like fighting tonight. “Fine,” he said, and replaced them across his nose. He didn’t miss the way Masayoshi’s face lit up again, and he also didn’t miss the way his heart skipped a moment at the expression. Dangerous Thoughts™. “Happy?” he said instead.
Masayoshi beamed at him. “Handsome,” he said again.
“It’s not a compliment to be called that by another guy,” Gotou muttered, looking away and losing the battle against his own blush. “Are you going to stand there in your jacket all night, or are we going to start supper at some point?”
“Oh!” Masayoshi said. “Right, I bought curry mix!”
“Of course you did,” Gotou said, as Masayoshi shrugged his coat off and threw it at the coat rack. “Of course you did.”
Masayoshi didn’t take many pictures that Gotou knew about. He knew it was a little sketchy to just take them and not ask permission, but if he didn’t do it now, when he had the chance, Gotou would deny him, change his pose, hide his face, do something to mess up the moment.
The light wasn’t quite right, half washed out from the television set, but it would have to do. Besides, it was easy enough to make out Gotou, glasses slid down his nose, leaned back against the bed and chin dipping toward his chest as he half-dozed. He’d wake at the shutter click, so he had to make a decision.
Masayoshi summoned his nerves, leaned in close, on his knees, and very gently, kissed Gotou.
