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Please say something to Miyata-kun!
“I miss you.”
Tamamori mouthed those words as he passed by, pointing his finger at the uchiwa, but had to quickly turned his attention to the other fans who were frantically waving their own uchiwas and screaming his name. He lingered on the owner of the uchiwa for one second, taking in their messily tied pigtails, black and white outfit and yellow and purple uchiwa before waving at the other fans and smiling at them.
There was a sting in his heart. No matter how much he needed to say it, he missed him so much. It was only for a while that they were going to be apart but it seemed like the most painful thing in the world for him.
“You look so sad,” Yokoo commented as he passed Tamamori sulking on the couch.
“You’re the married man here, Yokoo-san,” Tamamori pointed out. “What do you do when you miss your wife so much?”
“Me?” He began to think but was interrupted by Kitayama.
“Look, our baby chick is missing him so much!” Kitayama teased. Tamamori felt tears forming in his eyes as Nikaido sat next to him and patted his back.
“Look, if you don’t want to cry, just tell him that you miss him.” Fujigaya interjected.
“But I don’t want to bother him,” Tamamori commented.
“Knowing Miyacchi, I think he’d really appreciate your support and maybe with that, he might come back sooner,” Senga said as he entered the room. He approached the rest of the group with a small smile on his face. “Message him.”
The day still felt fresh as ever in Tamamori’s mind. The announcement and the tears he had cried that day. He knew it wasn’t his place to cry but he was so taken aback that he didn’t go to work for the rest of the week, calling in sick, and still not feeling energetic by the time he came back. The whole time, he felt crushed, as if the world was ending. Just with a snap of a finger, his beloved best friend, his symme, his happy pill, his one and only boyfriend was suspending his activities to physically and mentally recover.
That was a few weeks ago. He had been able to continue with his schedules but at a much more relaxed pace. But that day had been particularly hard on him. That uchiwa probably broke his fragile emotions.
The owner of the uchiwa in question had opened the door to their house. After quickly announcing their return home and removing their shoes, they placed their concert bag on the couch and began to prepare dinner. Their phone lit up on the countertop and they immediately looked over at it.
“I miss you.”
Finally those words had actually reached him. They let out a laugh as they picked up their phone and quickly typed in their reply.
As his dinner cooked, Miyata Toshiya began to remove what he had worn that day in order to change into more comfortable clothes. The wig was back in its stand, the dress on its hanger and the makeup wiped off. He enjoyed the time he had while wearing those clothes and makeup. The alarm made a pleasant chime and he went to take it out of the oven. His phone buzzed as more messages kept on popping up. He had settled comfortably into his chair and began eating and that was when he had only seen the messages.
Tamamori was going on and on about how much he missed him, how much he wanted to perform together onstage again, how much he wanted to kiss him over and over again. It was topped off with a “sorry if im bothering you（＾＿＾ )”
Miyata laughed as he read every single message. He wished those things too but his personal circumstances didn’t really allow so.
“I know, I miss you too.”
“I want to perform again too aaa”
"Today was a concert right? Otsukare sama.”
“Next time we meet, let’s kiss a lot.”
“I love you ♡”
His last message was met with a reply of a disgusted emoji. Another reply quickly followed. It was an “I love you too.”
He set his phone down and continued to eat. The day ended with the both of them getting in bed and closing their eyes.
Soon, the tour was coming to a close and they were at their last stop, Osaka. The active members of Kis-My-Ft2 were on their roller skates, testing out the conditions of the pathways. When they rehearsed the dances, they made sure to leave spaces for Nikaido and Miyata. Nikaido was busy watching the rehearsal while Miyata apologized to Tamamori through text that he didn’t come to any other shows. It made them all feel quite disheartened but vowed to work harder for his sake.
The concert was going smoothly. No one had gotten injured and their energy was still at max even halfway through the concert. As they sang the same setlist of songs like what they had been doing for the past 30-or-so performances, Tamamori would not stop thinking about Miyata. He noticed that their MC had become quite dull, even if the more talkative members, such as Gaya, had tried to MC well. His mind was wrapped in those thoughts until he saw the same uchiwa that he had seen in a previous concert. Unlike last time, it came from a seat closer to the stage, meaning there was a chance for the other members to see it as well..
Please say something to Miyata-kun!
“I love you,” Tamamori mouthed. The tears were forming in his eyes, ready to spill beyond if not for Kitayama taking him by the arm and back to the main stage.
It was time for the encore and closing ment. The members gave messages on being grateful to be able to perform again to such a big crowd and for all the support they received over the years. They talked about how grateful they were for their jobs and for the members who were constantly supporting each other no matter what. Then came Tamamori’s turn.
“Uhm… I wanted to say firstly, since it’s the last performance, to the staff and members, otsukare sama desu. To all of the audiences, thank you so much for coming to see us. We really appreciate all the love and support you have given us in order to make this tour more fun. I will just say that it isn’t as fun since one of our members isn’t here but to Miyacchi,” he paused, trying to formulate the words in his head while holding back tears, “get well soon, let’s perform again soon. I know it’s embarrassing to say this in front of thousands of people but I love you.” Heat washed all over his face, unable to look up. “That’s all.” He added quickly.
With that, the concert was soon over and everyone made their way back to their dressing room.
“Otsukare sama desu!” Fujigaya called out as soon as everyone was there. The members began chatting about the concert but silence overcame them as soon as they heard a knock on the door.
Something about it caused everyone to be unusually quiet, unable to move. The knock on the door repeated and after a click, it swung open. The members were agape as soon as they realized what… or who they were looking at.
It was Miyata, dressed in a black hoodie and pants, with his usual wide smile on his face.
“Otsukare sama desu!” He said, holding up plastic bags full of the members’ favorite food.
“You’re not a ghost… right?” was Nikaido’s first reaction. Miyata shook his head.
At that moment, Tamamori burst into tears in the corner of the room. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get himself to stop crying. He heard the ruffling of plastic in the distance, followed by footsteps and a pair of arms wrapping around him. He cried into that person’s shoulder for several minutes until he felt like his tear supply had gone out.
“Don’t cry, Tama. I’m here,” Miyata’s gentle voice reassured him as he stroked his back repeatedly. He turned to the other members, “Can someone get a bottle of water for Tama?” Senga soon approached them with a bottle of water in hand and placed it next to Tamamori. He grabbed it and began to drink as Miyata patted his head gently.
“But, you told me you weren’t able to come, you liar.”
“I said ‘sorry for not coming to other shows,’” Miyata replied. “I never said I wasn’t coming to this one.”
“You tricked me— you tricked us!” Tamamori said, scanning the other members.
“Sorry.” Miyata bowed slightly. Tamamori pulled Miyata into a tight hug.
“I missed you,” he murmured as he rubbed his face against the other boy’s shoulder.
“I missed you too.” Miyata whispered. He felt a pair of lips press against his cheek. He looked at Tamamori who had his eyes focused on the others. Yokoo smirked while Fujigaya, Nikaido and Senga had stopped what they were doing and had their mouths hanging open.
“You guys look kinda stupid, but it’s funny,” Kitayama commented, clearly amused as he pointed at the three.
Everyone was back at the hotel, ready to retire for the night. Miyata was busy hiding his dress, wig, shoes and uchiwas from earlier as he messaged Tamamori, inviting him to his hotel room so that they could sleep together. Tamamori agreed right away and said he’d go get his things and would be on his way.
“I’m here,” Tamamori’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door as Miyata hid the last of his Toshiko belongings into one of his bags. He unlocked the door and soon locked and latched it when Tamamori had gone in.
“I couldn’t kiss you properly earlier,” Tamamori hummed as he removed his shoes. “The other members were all there.”
“I know,” Miyata replied, his voice low. He leaned in closer and pressed their lips together. One short kiss turned into another, the short kiss became a much longer kiss. They kept their lips connected for as long as they could remember until they were gasping for air.
“Want to take a bath together?” Miyata proposed as they leaned their heads against each others’. “I already started up the tub.” Tamamori nodded and placed one more firm kiss on Miyata’s lips.
The couple spent the night in each others’ embrace, falling asleep after an episode of an anime they promised to finish together. The morning arrived and they were back to Tokyo. Tamamori or any other the other members still didn’t know about Toshiko, the kind of Toshiya that liked wearing dresses and boots with the messy pigtails that lazily fell on her shoulders. Not yet.
That was until Tamamori decided to visit Miyata’s house for the first time in weeks. He still suspended his activities but was recovering well enough to let the members into his home again.
The doorbell rang and Miyata scrambled to open the door and kiss Tamamori before he even entered.
“Good morning, you seem very very lively today,” he commented as their lips broke apart.
“I know,” Miyata’s stupid wide grin slowly washing over Tamamori. “I’m cleaning up right now because I’m thinking of coming back.”
“You’re what?” Tamamori put his arms over his shoulders to pull him into hug but ended up falling together, the door closing behind him. They looked at each other and laughed.
“Are you okay?” Tamamori asked. Miyata nodded and placed a kiss on his forehead.
“I’m still yet to tell the agency though.” They both got up and Tamamori changed into the comfortable slippers he had always kept there.
Despite being a mess, it was an organized mess. Plastic bags filled with multiple belongings were arranged neatly against the wall. However, something caught Tamamori’s eye.
“What’s that?” He pointed at a mess of long brown hair with some rubber bands still intact. A forgotten memory flashed in his mind, the “Please say something to Miyata-kun!” uchiwa owner. He shook his head— there was no way, it could be a coincidence. But it was oddly the same.
“Miyacchi, can you put this on?” Tamamori asked, holding up the wig. Miyata donned with wig without a word and Tamamori gasped.
“What’s wrong?” Miyata asked with a concerned look on his face.
“It was you?”
“Me, what?”
“On the first day of our concert, there was a girl holding up an uchiwa that read ‘say something to Miyata-kun!’ Was that you all along?”
Tamamori walked around and found the subtly hidden uchiwa, shoved in the shelves. He confirmed that it read the same as he had seen in the concert and pushed it onto Miyata’s chest.
“Hold it,” he commanded. He took one good look at him and nodded. “It was you.”
Miyata smirked, unable to contain the joy in his eyes. “It was me the whole time.”
“Tamamori-kun~ please say something to Miyata-kun!” Miyata said in his girliest voice possible.
“I love you,” Tamamori said and caught their lips in a kiss.
“I love you too,” Miyata whispered and leaned in to kiss him again.