Chapter Text
Nayuta is bored out of his mind. There’s only so much time you can spend working on song lyrics before you run out of ideas. He’s mindlessly doodling on his notebook when he gets an idea.
He could practice the guitar a little.
He sneaks through Kenta’s door and picks up his acoustic before locking himself back in his room, he’s sure his band mate wouldn’t mind it anyway.
He places his hands the way Yamato taught him and practices the chords they’d tried together, and as he does he lets his mind wander, and before he knows it he’s thinking about the only man in the world who can’t remember his name even after hanging out multiple times.
One thing Nayuta really can’t understand is the reason why he keeps indulging in Yamato’s requests. He could have blocked his number immediately, but instead he just went along and complained the whole way through. And despite that, he enjoyed it. Of course he will never admit that to Yamato’s face, but he kind of wishes the man would call him again.
His hands stop strumming as he remembers, he was the one who asked Yamato not to contact him again.
He sighs. Maybe it’s for the best.
“Can I call Nariko now?”
“Yamato. You’re the one who said he asked you not to call. And his name is Nayuta”.
Aoi is truly, honestly tired of dealing with Yamato’s bullshit. But Yamato doesn't understand that and so he keeps pestering like a bored five-year-old.
“But what if he never calls me again”.
“If he never calls you again it means he doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave it alone”.
Yamato places his chin in his hands. “...I’m bored”.
Nayuta wakes up in a cold sweat, his eyes immediately shooting open.
He had dreamed of the moment when Yamato’s hand had touched him while practicing the guitar, except in this version of events, the man’s hand had grasped his own and, as Nayuta turned his head, the other’s lips had caught his own in a kiss.
But what is worse is that he enjoyed it, and him in the dream was just as freaked out about it as him in real life.
He quickly gets out of bed and goes to wash his face with cold water before getting ready for the day, until he remembers. Today is practice day. He is going to have to see Yamato whether he likes it or not.
He spends the whole day worrying about it, trying to come up with a strategy to sneak away effectively without the other noticing him, but he is sure nothing would actually work against Yamato’s iron willpower, which means that if Yamato wants to find him, he will.
Nayuta decides not to stay behind after practice and just leave with the rest of the band since it minimizes his chances of meeting Yamato, but of course it doesn't work.
“Hey”, Yamato greets him.
“Hi”.
“Can I talk to you now?”
Nayuta shakes his head and sighs. He really looks like a puppy. “Sure. You can”.
“I’ll send you a message later then. See you”.
The rest of Gyroaxia stare at Nayuta like he’s grown a new set of eyes on his forehead.
“Since when are the two of you friends?”, Miyuki asks.
“We’re not friends ”, Nayuta hisses.
“Dude, you don’t give your number to anyone. You’re definitely friends”.
“This dimwit gave him my number”, he lightly punches Reon’s head with an annoyed expression on his face.
“Hey! He said he had a job for you. You’re the one who’s just chatting with him about whatever now, it seems”.
“What, are you jealous?” Nayuta half-yells.
“Why would I be jealous? He’s a dumbass”.
The atmosphere suddenly changes as Nayuta grabs the collar of Reon’s shirt, “Shut the fuck up. You don’t even know him”.
Miyuki and Kenta shoot each other a knowing glance.
“Why am I here again?”
“Dinner. I’m making you dinner”.
Nayuta is once again not really sure why he agreed to visit the Fujin Rizing share house at eight pm on a Saturday, but yet here he is.
He doesn’t know how to occupy his time as Yamato finishes dinner preparations, so he settles for just awkwardly staring at nothing. “Nothing” being the black haired man in front of him, who looks way too attractive in his grey apron, his bangs falling over his eyes as he bends down to pick up some cutlery from a drawer.
“Do you need anything?”
Yamato speaks suddenly, and Nayuta realizes just how long his eyes were set on the other. He scratches the back of his neck with embarrassment before shaking his head at Yamato.
“You can sit down at the table. I’ll be there in a second”.
Nayuta does as he’s told as he ponders just what the hell he’s doing. He’s at the house of some person he barely knows, acting like a schoolgirl who can’t stop staring at their crush. He doesn’t have a crush though, of that he’s sure.
Yamato is currently running an experiment. Nayuta reacts weirdly every time their skins even slightly come in contact with each other, and he wants to find out why, which is the reason he invited the other man here in the first place.
It’s not like the experiment is entirely intentional on Yamato’s part, but he’s thoroughly enjoying the way the other’s cheeks light up red every time he makes an excuse to touch him.
“You have some rice on your face”.
Yamato bends forwards on the table and grazes Nayuta’s face with his finger, removing the grain that got stuck there.
Nayuta slaps his hand away immediately, but Yamato isn’t phased. He feels a smile growing on his face as the man mumbles to himself in embarrassment.
He supposes this guy isn’t the type most people would call cute, but at that moment he can’t help but use that word to describe him.
“D-don’t call me cute. What’s wrong with you?”
“Ah. Did I say that out loud?”
Nayuta grunts and looks away from Yamato, but he really doesn’t seem too annoyed.
“Fuuta, I have a question”.
“Ohhh, what is it?”
“How do you know that you like someone?”
Fuuta immediately drops everything he’s working on and walks over to Yamato, grabbing his face between his hands. “Does Yamato… like someone?”
“Well, maybe. That’s why I’m asking”.
“Aoi! Did you hear? Yamato likes someone!”
Aoi peeks his head into the living room, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, “Good for you. Now can you keep it down? I’m working on something”.
Aoi immediately leaves, but Yamato notices the way Fuuta’s stare lingers on the way he came from a bit longer than it should.
“How did you know you liked Aoi?”
Fuuta throws his hands over Yamato’s mouth, visible panic on his face. “Shh, Aoi doesn’t know that!! ...Wait, how do you know?”
“It’s obvious”.
“Well, I guess you answered your own question”, Fuuta sighs, “You’ll know when you find that special person”.
Yamato goes to his room and sits at his desk, his hands propping up his head.
Maybe he does like Nayoko.