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scriveynerTitle: winter evening
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 1438
Summary: It had started to snow again. Gotou stood outside the police box and watched the fat white flakes drift slowly down, cutting through the light cast by the street lamps and disappearing against the sidewalk. There were fairy lights decorating the poles and stretched across the sidewalk farther up the road, twinkling merrily in the distance. Most of the bundled-up pedestrians seemed to be drifting in that direction.
It had started to snow again. Gotou stood outside the police box and watched the fat white flakes drift slowly down, cutting through the light cast by the street lamps and disappearing against the sidewalk. There were fairy lights decorating the poles and stretched across the sidewalk farther up the road, twinkling merrily in the distance. Most of the bundled-up pedestrians seemed to be drifting in that direction.
Date night, Gotou thought as he watched a couple head that way, the woman’s long hair tangled in the scarf looped over her shoulders.
His gaze drifted past them, and the smile escaped despite himself; watching as the woman detached from her date and excitedly approached a familiar figure. She fished in her bag, coming up with her phone, and after a brief discussion and apparent negotiation, her date took the picture of her standing with Masayoshi. She waved excitedly as they left, and Masayoshi returned the wave with somewhat less enthusiasm.
“Getting tired of your fans?” Gotou asked as Masayoshi came up to the police box and sighed, standing under the overhang and out of the flurries.
The question seemed to energize him. “Of course not, Gotou-san!” Masayoshi said, almost indignantly. “I wouldn’t be where I am if it wasn’t for all my supporters!” He brushed both of his hands through his hair, although most of the snow had already melted. “I’m just a little worn out today,” he confessed. “That’s all.”
A little worn out was probably an understatement, Masayoshi had dragged himself out of bed before four a.m. to go off and do reshoots, or something. He had told Gotou what he was doing, but Gotou wasn’t awake for most of it because he didn’t have to be at work until seven. “It would help if you wore your hat,” Gotou reminded him.
Masayoshi touched his head with concern, as if he hadn’t just run his fingers through his hair. “I’m not wearing it,” he repeated, sounding surprised, and Gotou snorted.
“You really are tired,” he said. “Go home, Masayoshi. My shift isn’t up for another two hours.”
Masayoshi pouted at him. “We’re supposed to go on a date,” he said, affronted, and Gotou shrugged a little.
“The mid-shift officer called off,” he said. “We’re short staffed.” He had his suspicions as to why the mid-shift officer had called off, but that was neither here nor there. “I have to wait for Nick to come in and relieve me. There’s no one else here.”
Masayoshi leaned past Gotou to look through the plate glass windows of the police box. Neither Totsuka, the senior officer, nor the mid-shift was present behind him. “What do you do if you have to do a patrol?” Masayoshi said, concerned. “You don’t lock the police box, do you?”
“It’s a quiet night,” Gotou said. “I won’t do any patrols until Nick arrives, then I was going to do a short one.” After which it would be fairly late, and Gotou would probably just want to skip the date, anyway. “Go on home, you’re exhausted.”
Masayoshi took another step forward, into Gotou’s space, and Gotou blinked at him, a little concerned when Masayoshi took his hand. He held Gotou’s gloved hand in both of his own (bare, Gotou noted with a frown) hands, and said earnestly, “I want to spend the evening with Gotou-san!”
“That’s not possible tonight,” Gotou said. Several pedestrians were giving them a side-eye, and he carefully extracted his hand from Masayoshi’s clutches. “We’ll go on a date next week. My treat.”
That was perhaps the wrong thing to say, as Masayoshi’s eyes got very large and slightly watery. “You’ll take me on a date?” he said, and Gotou wondered if there was any way to back that conversation train up.
“I guess,” he said as noncommittally as possible, and Masayoshi looked so happy he couldn’t bear to backpedal. “Masayoshi…”
Masayoshi put his arms over Gotou’s shoulders and hugged him, very awkwardly. Gotou went stiff as a board, his cheeks flaming to life as that drew actual titters from a gaggle of schoolgirls as they passed the police box. “Masayoshi,” Gotou said, but then he couldn’t say anything else because Masayoshi kissed him.
He should have expected that but still somehow didn’t; and it took a moment of Masayoshi’s lips, soft and warm before his brain resumed normal function and reminded him that not only was he At Work, they were very much In Public, and Masayoshi’s manager had made very convincing, very threatening gestures at the idea of public displays of affection between them. Masayoshi still had an image to maintain, or something.
Masayoshi, he’d found, really didn’t care about his image.
Gotou pushed Masayoshi away a bit, and Masayoshi licked his lips and looked positively sultry. That caused a chain reaction of emotions in Gotou’s chest, and he took a deep breath to settle himself, to remember not only was he At Work, but they had both agreed that taking it slow was the best course of action. “Don’t do that,” Gotou said finally.
“Sorry,” Masayoshi said, although Gotou was certain he wasn’t sorry at all. “But it’s always me taking you on dates and I never can tell if you’re happy with it or not even though I know you’ll say something if you’re not and I’d like to think I’d know if you weren’t happy and-”
The only way to stem Masayoshi’s sudden verbal deluge was to literally put his hand up and Masayoshi trailed off, looking at Gotou’s hand quizzically. “Masayoshi,” Gotou said. “You’re stopping me from doing my job.” A job in which he was on very thin ice at the moment, and the only real reason he wasn’t looking at any legal trouble himself was because of Masayoshi and Masayoshi’s Team of Well-Paid Lawyers, but there was no need to delve into that particular kettle of fish at the moment. “Please go home.”
Masayoshi’s eyes got big again, and Gotou took a deep breath, because he had a well-documented weakness to that, and Masayoshi would exploit it. He would pretend that he wasn’t exploiting it, but he completely was and they both knew it. “I’m sorry about tonight, but it is what it is. Maybe you could make dinner for us? Like I said, there’s only two hours left until the night shift officer arrives.”
“I’ll make curry!” Masayoshi said excitedly, and Gotou smiled despite himself.
“Sounds good, Masayoshi,” Gotou said, and touched the brim of his hat with his hand to make sure it hadn’t been knocked askew by Masayoshi’s public display of affection. “And maybe we can knock out a few episodes of my show, for once, hm?”
“It’s a deal,” Masayoshi said, and gripped the strap of his courier bag with both hands. He was grinning too, almost shyly, and Gotou worried for a split second that Masayoshi was about to pull another item from Ishihara’s List of Unforgivable Public Displays but then he wet his lips and gave a little wave and turned to go. “See you at home, Gotou-san!”
The apartment already lit up and warm, the smell of curry in the air, the soft hum of the television and Masayoshi waiting for him, happy to see him. He still hadn’t gotten used to this feeling, didn’t know if he ever wanted to because it was so special. “Yeah,” Gotou said, his smile genuine. “See you at home.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 1438
Summary: It had started to snow again. Gotou stood outside the police box and watched the fat white flakes drift slowly down, cutting through the light cast by the street lamps and disappearing against the sidewalk. There were fairy lights decorating the poles and stretched across the sidewalk farther up the road, twinkling merrily in the distance. Most of the bundled-up pedestrians seemed to be drifting in that direction.
It had started to snow again. Gotou stood outside the police box and watched the fat white flakes drift slowly down, cutting through the light cast by the street lamps and disappearing against the sidewalk. There were fairy lights decorating the poles and stretched across the sidewalk farther up the road, twinkling merrily in the distance. Most of the bundled-up pedestrians seemed to be drifting in that direction.
Date night, Gotou thought as he watched a couple head that way, the woman’s long hair tangled in the scarf looped over her shoulders.
His gaze drifted past them, and the smile escaped despite himself; watching as the woman detached from her date and excitedly approached a familiar figure. She fished in her bag, coming up with her phone, and after a brief discussion and apparent negotiation, her date took the picture of her standing with Masayoshi. She waved excitedly as they left, and Masayoshi returned the wave with somewhat less enthusiasm.
“Getting tired of your fans?” Gotou asked as Masayoshi came up to the police box and sighed, standing under the overhang and out of the flurries.
The question seemed to energize him. “Of course not, Gotou-san!” Masayoshi said, almost indignantly. “I wouldn’t be where I am if it wasn’t for all my supporters!” He brushed both of his hands through his hair, although most of the snow had already melted. “I’m just a little worn out today,” he confessed. “That’s all.”
A little worn out was probably an understatement, Masayoshi had dragged himself out of bed before four a.m. to go off and do reshoots, or something. He had told Gotou what he was doing, but Gotou wasn’t awake for most of it because he didn’t have to be at work until seven. “It would help if you wore your hat,” Gotou reminded him.
Masayoshi touched his head with concern, as if he hadn’t just run his fingers through his hair. “I’m not wearing it,” he repeated, sounding surprised, and Gotou snorted.
“You really are tired,” he said. “Go home, Masayoshi. My shift isn’t up for another two hours.”
Masayoshi pouted at him. “We’re supposed to go on a date,” he said, affronted, and Gotou shrugged a little.
“The mid-shift officer called off,” he said. “We’re short staffed.” He had his suspicions as to why the mid-shift officer had called off, but that was neither here nor there. “I have to wait for Nick to come in and relieve me. There’s no one else here.”
Masayoshi leaned past Gotou to look through the plate glass windows of the police box. Neither Totsuka, the senior officer, nor the mid-shift was present behind him. “What do you do if you have to do a patrol?” Masayoshi said, concerned. “You don’t lock the police box, do you?”
“It’s a quiet night,” Gotou said. “I won’t do any patrols until Nick arrives, then I was going to do a short one.” After which it would be fairly late, and Gotou would probably just want to skip the date, anyway. “Go on home, you’re exhausted.”
Masayoshi took another step forward, into Gotou’s space, and Gotou blinked at him, a little concerned when Masayoshi took his hand. He held Gotou’s gloved hand in both of his own (bare, Gotou noted with a frown) hands, and said earnestly, “I want to spend the evening with Gotou-san!”
“That’s not possible tonight,” Gotou said. Several pedestrians were giving them a side-eye, and he carefully extracted his hand from Masayoshi’s clutches. “We’ll go on a date next week. My treat.”
That was perhaps the wrong thing to say, as Masayoshi’s eyes got very large and slightly watery. “You’ll take me on a date?” he said, and Gotou wondered if there was any way to back that conversation train up.
“I guess,” he said as noncommittally as possible, and Masayoshi looked so happy he couldn’t bear to backpedal. “Masayoshi…”
Masayoshi put his arms over Gotou’s shoulders and hugged him, very awkwardly. Gotou went stiff as a board, his cheeks flaming to life as that drew actual titters from a gaggle of schoolgirls as they passed the police box. “Masayoshi,” Gotou said, but then he couldn’t say anything else because Masayoshi kissed him.
He should have expected that but still somehow didn’t; and it took a moment of Masayoshi’s lips, soft and warm before his brain resumed normal function and reminded him that not only was he At Work, they were very much In Public, and Masayoshi’s manager had made very convincing, very threatening gestures at the idea of public displays of affection between them. Masayoshi still had an image to maintain, or something.
Masayoshi, he’d found, really didn’t care about his image.
Gotou pushed Masayoshi away a bit, and Masayoshi licked his lips and looked positively sultry. That caused a chain reaction of emotions in Gotou’s chest, and he took a deep breath to settle himself, to remember not only was he At Work, but they had both agreed that taking it slow was the best course of action. “Don’t do that,” Gotou said finally.
“Sorry,” Masayoshi said, although Gotou was certain he wasn’t sorry at all. “But it’s always me taking you on dates and I never can tell if you’re happy with it or not even though I know you’ll say something if you’re not and I’d like to think I’d know if you weren’t happy and-”
The only way to stem Masayoshi’s sudden verbal deluge was to literally put his hand up and Masayoshi trailed off, looking at Gotou’s hand quizzically. “Masayoshi,” Gotou said. “You’re stopping me from doing my job.” A job in which he was on very thin ice at the moment, and the only real reason he wasn’t looking at any legal trouble himself was because of Masayoshi and Masayoshi’s Team of Well-Paid Lawyers, but there was no need to delve into that particular kettle of fish at the moment. “Please go home.”
Masayoshi’s eyes got big again, and Gotou took a deep breath, because he had a well-documented weakness to that, and Masayoshi would exploit it. He would pretend that he wasn’t exploiting it, but he completely was and they both knew it. “I’m sorry about tonight, but it is what it is. Maybe you could make dinner for us? Like I said, there’s only two hours left until the night shift officer arrives.”
“I’ll make curry!” Masayoshi said excitedly, and Gotou smiled despite himself.
“Sounds good, Masayoshi,” Gotou said, and touched the brim of his hat with his hand to make sure it hadn’t been knocked askew by Masayoshi’s public display of affection. “And maybe we can knock out a few episodes of my show, for once, hm?”
“It’s a deal,” Masayoshi said, and gripped the strap of his courier bag with both hands. He was grinning too, almost shyly, and Gotou worried for a split second that Masayoshi was about to pull another item from Ishihara’s List of Unforgivable Public Displays but then he wet his lips and gave a little wave and turned to go. “See you at home, Gotou-san!”
The apartment already lit up and warm, the smell of curry in the air, the soft hum of the television and Masayoshi waiting for him, happy to see him. He still hadn’t gotten used to this feeling, didn’t know if he ever wanted to because it was so special. “Yeah,” Gotou said, his smile genuine. “See you at home.”
