Chapter Text
Kiyoi had recently been hired to play in a new show. It would be a drama in a café just like he did when he first began acting. His managers thought it would be a good idea to show an image of him quite attached to his roots, also, it was a new café opened by the company and it would help promote it quite a lot. Of course, Kiyoi had no choice but to accept. It’s not like he feared for it to be too complicated, considering he hadn’t acted live in a long time, it’s just that it was quite weird for him to go back to this kind of thing. It felt as if he hadn’t actually moved from that, even if now the café was bigger and there were a lot more people and cameras filming him.
But still, Kiyoi could see every night in the exact same place Hira, with a beret and sunglasses, hiding behind either a fan or his menu, and clapping the loudest at the end of the show. Exactly as he was already doing before they even got together. But here's the thing, they got together, and Hira already took a long time to understand it, he had finally moved on from his whole worshipping thing, being a bit more comfortable touching him, talking to him and talking for himself. Well, it’s important to say that Kiyoi actually pushed him a lot in this sense. He would encourage him to join clubs and make friends, to study whatever would make him happy and to actually think by himself and not always based on what would please him. But Hira was hard to convince, even for Kiyoi, he had troubles sometimes explaining to the boy that they were the same, both human beings, made of flesh, and that, even if Hira seemed to completely forget it most of the time, well, he was quite handsome, and Kiyoi had chosen him for a reason.
So, yes, Kiyoi was back to playing in a café and Hira was back to cheering for him at the end of the show, the only difference being that they would go home together at the end of the day and sleep in the same bed.
Everything was going quite smoothly, Kiyoi only had a few more representations before he would go back to playing in series and movies. Sure, he still hadn’t obtained the big role he was dreaming of, but he was getting closer and closer. Recently he had played the hero’s best friend in a movie that got quite famous all over the country, and Hira had spent days locked up in the house watching it over and over again, but only the scenes with Kiyoi, obviously. Kiyoi even got to do a fan meeting after this, with all the other actors from the movie, he wasn’t really surprised to see Hira in the middle of the crowd and he actually had troubles not laughing out loud when he saw his tall boyfriend sitting in the middle of a bunch of teenage girls. But Hira was not even a little bit ashamed, he was very proud to stand there, with his beret and his sunglasses and was even prouder when he got the right to talk to all the actors one by one.
But here’s the thing, one of the other second lead actor, Shoto, actually found him cute, and he said it out loud, in front of everyone, praising Hira and saying how courageous he was to stand up for what he loves and to accept who he is that easily, and he added that he was very cute from up close and could actually be a model if he wanted to. At that, Hira had stuttered a little bit before politely declining and saying that he was actually a photographer and preferred to be behind the camera and not in front of it. And this only owned him a lot more praises and compliments and even a very friendly hug from the other actor. All of this right in front of Kiyoi who would have probably killed the man on the spot if it wasn’t for the cameras and all the other fans waiting for their turn. But that night, Hira got severely lectured about how he shouldn’t talk that easily to strangers and should turn them down immediately saying that he was taken and not interested. Kiyoi also made a point of showering with him and cleaning him from all traces of this “stupid hug”.
But Hira loved to see Kiyoi playing more than anything in the world, and because the world was apparently against Kiyoi, he got to play in the café with this stupid actor, who would every night after the show talk about how “cute that fanboy is, always coming to cheer us and always having the brightest smile”. And it was true, Hira had the prettiest smile in the world, but this smile wasn’t for him, it wasn’t for anyone other than Kiyoi, and his cheers too, everything was only for Kiyoi, and this guy needed to understand this. But of course, Kiyoi couldn’t exactly say this, because he had a contract and an image, he couldn’t get the information that he was dating a man leak to the public before he even got famous. So, he would bite his tongue and wait for the night to be over so that he could run to Hira who was most probably waiting for him outside in the cold despite Kiyoi’s many protests. He would endure all the compliments this other guy was throwing unknowingly at his boyfriend and would simply nod from time to time and mentally roll his eyes.
He didn’t need to be reminded about his boyfriend’s good looks or cute puppy-like behavior or how he had the brightest and cutest smile. He knew all of this, he had spent years observing him and noting all those little details, and many more, like how his eyes would light up when shrimps were mentioned for dinner, or how he preferred cats over dogs, probably because cats were more introvert, like him, or the small mole under his eyes, the way the corner of his mouth would lift up when he was happy despite his very neutral face most of the time. The beauty of his eyes always hidden behind his bangs, the way the round glasses he wore to read would fall on his nose when he was studying for too long. How his favorite shirt was just one of Kiyoi he had successfully stolen thinking the other hadn’t noticed, of course he had noticed, not that he cared about the shirt, no, but he cared about Hira. So, of course, he would notice all those details, because that’s just how much he loved him. He would always buy an extra chocolate milk and snacks for Hira after his shows because he knew the boy hadn’t eaten or drank anything, he would leave his shirts all around the house, pretending not to see how they magically disappeared and reappeared in Hira’s closet. He would come back extra early every night because he knew Hira wouldn’t go to sleep without him and he didn’t want his boyfriend to fall asleep in the living room in a weird position, because the next day his back would hurt even if he wouldn’t say it, and because he might get a cold, even if he would never complain.
All of this was only for Kiyoi, only for him to know and no one else, so who the heck was this guy thinking he was just because he knew something anyone would be able to know by looking at the boy for one second. Who the heck did he think he was just because Hira would smile in front of him, because Hira was not smiling at him, he never was, and Kiyoi knew that, he knew because he could feel Hira’s eyes on him all the time, but he couldn’t help the way his heart would clench and his blood boil. Hira was his and they all had to know. Or at least they had to know that he was taken and not interested in any of them. But it was okay, because Hira would just be in the public for a few more representations and then they would never cross path again. Hira would never see Shoto and it would be perfect just like that. They would never talk to each other again and this stupid actor would finally move on.
But that was before Kiyoi got to know that for the last one, the public would have a role in the play and that they would all stay for the after party and this definitely included Hira.