Work Text:
Yamashita Tomohisa's Twitter post on May 16, 2022. Kamenashi Kazuya posted a photo of his sandals at a baseball field in Sapporo (not pictured here, due to J-Web being paid content) on the same day.
Narrative follows the line break.
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I placed my sandals just-so in front of me, settling into the soft grass at the base of a large tree overlooking the baseball field. I just needed to breathe for a while before the show tonight.
The grass swayed gently around me, like waves.
Like waves.
I wonder if he’s still on the beach today.
I close my eyes and lean back on the trunk, inhaling deeply and feeling the warmth of the sun embrace me.
Though I really wanted more of a lunar embrace.
“Quit being gushy and just text the man, dummy.” I muttered under my breath. I slid my phone out of my pocket and snapped a photo of my sandals framing the baseball field ahead, trying to ignore the slight shake in my hands from a bit of insomnia.
“Hope whatever time of day it is for you is as nice as this is for me~”
Send.
I watched the message go through, my eyes lingering on the contact picture I had of the two of us. I had surprised him with a cheek kiss during a selfie, and his beaming grin still gave me butterflies.
I huffed a quiet laugh as I locked my phone and set it in my lap, leaning once again on the tree and closing my eyes.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
I fumble with my phone and answer without even checking who was calling, my back scratching slightly on the bark behind me as I sit upright.
Shit, it’s probably our manager, I probably fell asleep and they’re wondering where I am, I’m probably late for rehearsal-
“It’d be nicer if you were with me, Kame. But yes, it is quite a nice day.”
“...Pi?”
He chuckles, and oh my God, it’s like warm rain spreading from the very center of my soul. “I woke you up, and you answered without looking at caller ID again, huh?”
I feel a blush spread across my cheeks, and I can’t help but giggle. “Guilty. It’s a nice tree. Oddly warm day in Sapporo. Baseball field noises are like a lullaby to me, you know. It was bound to happen.”
“You’re adorable. How’s the tour?”
“It’s fun. Keeps me busy.” I twist a few pieces of grass between my fingers while I talk, imagining they were his silky hair.
“Seems you freaked the entirety of social media out because you were a bit off during last night’s show.” Pi was carefully neutral, but I could hear the concern brewing close beneath, like a long-dormant volcano with bubbling magma.
I laughed lightly, but the cadence was too high. “Stalking mentions of me on Twitter again, are you?”
His silence settled like a stone in my stomach.
I spoke again, my mouth a bit dry. “I’m...not sleeping well. It’s been a while since my...normal routine was interrupted, and, I’m just tired.”
“I miss you too, Kazuya.”
The stone in my stomach shattered, leaving an expanding heat in its wake. “I…”
“I know you don’t sleep well when we’re both working and away from home. And I’m sorry our schedules fell this way. Sadly, you can’t always just slink off and spend a luscious weekend with me instead of filming Nanisuru.”
I snorted unintentionally, finally relaxing and letting the grip I’d had on those blades of grass go slack. “They thought I had a gig.”
“You did. I hired you to be my live-in boyfriend for the weekend. You did a fantastic job, by the way. I think you’ve earned a lifetime customer.” We laughed together, and the harmony eased away the last vestiges of my sleep fog.
I sighed happily as the sounds of his laugh echoed in my head like strokes of a guitar chord. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I feel better today. This helps. You. Help.”
Pi exhaled gently, and I heard the warm smile settle on his face, his lips pursed up and slightly to the side. “I just want you to be as healthy as you can be. So you can come home. To me.”
The expanding heat from the shattered stone spilled out of my mouth. “I love you so much, Yamashita Tomohisa. I miss you, and I hope Thailand is fun, and I can’t wait to sleep in your arms again.”
I heard Pi’s throat catch a bit, and he murmured softly back, “And I love you so much, Kamenashi Kazuya. I miss you, too, and I KNOW touring is fun, and I count down the seconds until you’re snoring in my bed.”
“HEY! I do not snore!”
“A little bit. It’s very cute.”
…
“I can hear your pout from Thailand.”
I laugh again, because, Pi’s always right. “I promise I’ll try to get more sleep.”
Pi chuckles, and I somehow hear his nod and chest-expand-movement he does as he gets ready to end a conversation. “And I promise not to get too worried. I gotta go, filming is about to resume. Before you leave your little baseball oasis, check Twitter, okay? Love you, Kame. Ciao.”
“I will. Love you too, Pi. Ja ne.” I wiggle my fingers slightly in the grass out of habit as I wave to him in ways he can’t even see.
I open my secret, locked-down, ultra-private Twitter account that only Pi knows about, and check his newly-minted profile.
A splash of beach. A gorgeous silhouette. A sunrise I know is for me.
“Have a goooood day!!!”
That boy is such a sap.
But, I guess I am, too.
I pocket my phone again, stretch my limbs to hug the tree behind my back, and stand to my feet, slipping my sandals back on for the walk to the van.
Thank you for being my forever summer, Pi.