untitled: ryo/shige Author's Note: Written for wintersjuly's writing styles meme. There's a clock on the wall that Shige should be looking at, and a watch on his wrist that he should be checking periodically every six seconds. He should be taking his glasses off and putting them in his shirt pocket, getting up, shuffling his feet out the door. He should be making his way down the hall to tell somebody that something isn't going to work, but instead-- "Tegoshi," Shige sighs, closing his textbook on his finger, "I kind of need to be alone." From his own book (okay, magazine) and plate of chips Tegoshi looks up and smiles. "But I have nowhere else to go!" Shige nods like he understands. "Okay, but it would be really nice if you weren't here." Tegoshi takes his lip under his upper teeth and pulls his eyebrows to the middle, successfully killing every soft-hearted person in five feet. "Do you really need to be alone that much, Shige?" Well the last time I made out in this room, Shige thinks to himself while staring blankly at the other boy, there was nobody here so I could do alot of--and the couch--but-- "Actually yes," Shige says, and finally looks at the clock. "Right about now." He means now, immediately, please leave, but Tegoshi only adjusts his seat on the chair and turns a page in his magazine. "Well, give me a minute, okay? I want to finish this article." If Shige could, he'd throw his book against Tegoshi's head to knock him out, but he has a feeling that millions of arrows would come flying out of nowhere if he even tried to touch Tegoshi without intention of a loving caress. "Yes. Um. That's not really possible, Tegoshi, because--" Outside there are nearly inaudible footsteps, but Shige has had enough practice pressing his ear against the door to figure out who the sounds belong to. "--well--why don't you go join Massu in the--" "Massu is eating," Tegoshi pouts, and turns another page. "He said he doesn't want to be distracted so he made me leave." "I don't want to be distracted either, Tegoshi," Shige says, a hint of desperation edging his tone. "I'm sure that some room has--" "No, I checked, they're all full. Why, Shige?" asks Tegoshi, as the footsteps outside grow slightly louder, "what do you need to do that's so private?" Shige swallows and looks painfully at the door. "Nothing." Eyes opening wide, Tegoshi puts his magazine down and follows Shige's gaze to the door. "Shige, you know, you look kind of hot." WHAT thinks Shige, so forcefully that proper punctuation is knocked from his thoughts. WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT "Do you need a tissue?" Tegoshi asks, tilting his head a little. He's still got the wounded puppy look on his face, and Shige wonders if it's ever been brought up that Tegoshi could kill a couple of civilizations just by pretending to cry. "Should I turn down the thermostat?" Get everyone out of that room before I get there. Shige bites his own lip (except less sexily) and wipes his nose with the back of his hand. Unless you like that sort of thing--no? I didn't think so. The secondhand on the clock ticks away as Tegoshi leans forward in his chair towards Shige's area. There's the slight smell of whatever fruity cologne Tegoshi uses, and Shige tries to inch away but he can only whimper, which doesn't exactly portray the message he wants, and Tegoshi cocks an eyebrow and reaches out for Shige's arm-- "Hey." Tegoshi plops backwards on his chair as the door swings open and there stands Ryo, clad in practice outfit and smelling of sweat. Shige turns his gaze right around to stare at the opposite wall and surreptitiously wipes his face of all supposed nervousness, grin included. "Tego, you're not supposed to be in here." "Why not, Ryo-chan?" "Because I'm going to use this room." Another killer smile and Tegoshi has gathered his chips, magazine, and sparkles in both hands. "Can I come back?" "Maybe." "Okay. Bye, Shige," Tegoshi looks back towards the table and smiles brightly. "I'm going now!" "Sure," Shige answers weakly, still avoiding Ryo at the door. "Bye." As soon as the skips in the hallway have faded and the din of the air conditioning resumes its normal, defeaning level of volume, Ryo comes over to the table, picks up an abandoned chip and eats it slowly, nibble by nibble. "So how was waiting for me?" "I hate you," Shige moans, "and I was not waiting for you, if that's what it looks like, I was studying, and--" "Okay," Ryo sighs, rolling his eyes. "Remember when we both agreed that it really sucks when we talk to each other? Can we just get to the point of this conversation?" Shige looks blank. "Um--" "You're so fucking retarded," Ryo says, taking Shige's chin in his hand. "We don't even need to agree on that for it to be true." "Who's ret--" But Ryo is kissing Shige on the lips, tongue sweeping away any coherency left in the boy, while his other hand grips the table like he needs all the support he can get. As they pull apart, Shige finds enough breath to mutter something about the door. "Locked," Ryo smirks, and pushes the book off the table as he makes room for himself on Shige's chair. "See, I'm smarter than you. Now shut up." back